The Inquisitor glances sidelong to Krem, and with a subtle gesture, the fire flares and crackles merrily, heat spreading around the room. It would do nothing for the lack of roofing, but perhaps it would make the cold more bearable for the Tevinter.
Lasulahn quietly considers Krem's words. The fault of the fall of the Dalish could be laid at the feet of many, not the least of all was the Imperium. "It is not your fault," is what he carefully, quietly settles on. "We have our books and our records, but they are precious and rare." He looks down sadly. "It is the nature of our existence now, and ever are we defined by it." He sighs quietly, shoulders slumping in a rare display.
"So it was you that convinced him to 'pick a side', was it?" he asks softly, with less humour than he intended. He still recalls their first conversation, months ago in Haven. "I am glad you did."
He smiles at Krem, but it is thin and strained. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Whether I would have asked for it or not is of little use now. Ir suledin nadas."
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Lasulahn quietly considers Krem's words. The fault of the fall of the Dalish could be laid at the feet of many, not the least of all was the Imperium. "It is not your fault," is what he carefully, quietly settles on. "We have our books and our records, but they are precious and rare." He looks down sadly. "It is the nature of our existence now, and ever are we defined by it." He sighs quietly, shoulders slumping in a rare display.
"So it was you that convinced him to 'pick a side', was it?" he asks softly, with less humour than he intended. He still recalls their first conversation, months ago in Haven. "I am glad you did."
He smiles at Krem, but it is thin and strained. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Whether I would have asked for it or not is of little use now. Ir suledin nadas."