[ The Anchor is permanent. She might close every rift in Thedas and ensure the Breach will never be reopened, but the mark will remain for the rest of her days. Whatever it means, whatever it holds, she is certain there will be others looking to claim it for themselves. When the Inquisition lays down its arms and sheathes its sword, she will not have the safety and protection of her banner. She is prepared for that.
But she is not prepared for a land so unknown to her, with its own creatures and monsters, shadows and secrets, the way she is armed in Thedas. He is right about that in every way. ]
If you are not a creature of this world, then are you telling me to trust your word?
[ She should question it, at the least, but for the moment she wishes to believe what he has said, that he will not harm her and that she can have a moment's respite from the wind and cold. When he offers a way up to the deck, she takes it, feet testing the wood for a moment before taking careful steps upwards.
The ship is impressive once she is close enough to examine it, the fire in her hand dimming as she draws closer, containing her power that she might not present as a threat to the wood. When her feet touch the deck and she is able to take stock of her surroundings, she is finally able to get a good look at the two small pups she heard before...and the 'man' standing there, acting captain to the vessel. This close, she can feel something, a shimmer of power or magic, indelibly familiar in a way she cannot describe for the moment. His eyes, unfathomably dark, surprise her.
That does not, however, stop her from offering a respectful nod that can be mistaken for a short bow. ]
You have my thanks for the reprieve from the wind. This weather is enough to kill most people.
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[ The Anchor is permanent. She might close every rift in Thedas and ensure the Breach will never be reopened, but the mark will remain for the rest of her days. Whatever it means, whatever it holds, she is certain there will be others looking to claim it for themselves. When the Inquisition lays down its arms and sheathes its sword, she will not have the safety and protection of her banner. She is prepared for that.
But she is not prepared for a land so unknown to her, with its own creatures and monsters, shadows and secrets, the way she is armed in Thedas. He is right about that in every way. ]
If you are not a creature of this world, then are you telling me to trust your word?
[ She should question it, at the least, but for the moment she wishes to believe what he has said, that he will not harm her and that she can have a moment's respite from the wind and cold. When he offers a way up to the deck, she takes it, feet testing the wood for a moment before taking careful steps upwards.
The ship is impressive once she is close enough to examine it, the fire in her hand dimming as she draws closer, containing her power that she might not present as a threat to the wood. When her feet touch the deck and she is able to take stock of her surroundings, she is finally able to get a good look at the two small pups she heard before...and the 'man' standing there, acting captain to the vessel. This close, she can feel something, a shimmer of power or magic, indelibly familiar in a way she cannot describe for the moment. His eyes, unfathomably dark, surprise her.
That does not, however, stop her from offering a respectful nod that can be mistaken for a short bow. ]
You have my thanks for the reprieve from the wind. This weather is enough to kill most people.