[ He's not sure he'll be able to get used to that change, though it is fascinating. He bids a pleasant good night to the Black Prince, and excuses himself with the promise of returning.
The camp is close- within earshot, really, just beyond a small tunnel formed of stone with a few mostly destroyed outcroppings of red lyrium, so the path to and from takes but a few minutes.
Though he is more tired for the late hour and trudging through the snow, it is no easier for Lasulahn to sleep, particularly after such a strange meeting. In the morning, he's not entirely sure it wasn't a particularly vivid dream. A dragon that can turn into a man, who hails from another world? But the agent, sitting around the campfire and awaiting breakfast, confirms both Lasulahn's trip outside the camp, and the strange sounds that they had paid little mind, but the Inquisitor had felt the need to investigate.
He explains to his companions the situation, and as much as he thought, few are keen about it. Solas points out (with some sense of disdain) that some scholars believe in the inevitability of the existence of other worlds aside from the Fade, and Dorian agrees, though equally points out there has been no proof. Vivienne and Cassandra aren't so sure the man Lasulahn saw isn't a demon. Cole insists that he's not, but the spirit also isn't sure what he might be instead. The Iron Bull seems a little unhealthily excited about the prospect of a dragon joining their bizarre party- and just as excited about the chance to kill said dragon, should the dragon betray their tentative trust. Varric mutters something about not being able to put this in his book because no one would 'believe this shit', and Sera wonders if she can ride the dragon.
In the end, they agree to at least wait and see, and give Wrathion a chance. The Inquisition needs all the allies it can get. It's decided that they will prepare to take back Suledin Keep, and will march as soon as Wrathion is ready.
The Inquisitor returns to Valeska's Watch after breakfast, and brings with him cheese, bread, and cured meats along with some hot tea. Seeing the relative carnage outside the ruins, though, suggests that perhaps such a meal wouldn't be to the dragons particular ah, taste. He knocks politely to alert to his presence, and pushes the great door open gently. ]
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The camp is close- within earshot, really, just beyond a small tunnel formed of stone with a few mostly destroyed outcroppings of red lyrium, so the path to and from takes but a few minutes.
Though he is more tired for the late hour and trudging through the snow, it is no easier for Lasulahn to sleep, particularly after such a strange meeting. In the morning, he's not entirely sure it wasn't a particularly vivid dream. A dragon that can turn into a man, who hails from another world? But the agent, sitting around the campfire and awaiting breakfast, confirms both Lasulahn's trip outside the camp, and the strange sounds that they had paid little mind, but the Inquisitor had felt the need to investigate.
He explains to his companions the situation, and as much as he thought, few are keen about it. Solas points out (with some sense of disdain) that some scholars believe in the inevitability of the existence of other worlds aside from the Fade, and Dorian agrees, though equally points out there has been no proof. Vivienne and Cassandra aren't so sure the man Lasulahn saw isn't a demon. Cole insists that he's not, but the spirit also isn't sure what he might be instead. The Iron Bull seems a little unhealthily excited about the prospect of a dragon joining their bizarre party- and just as excited about the chance to kill said dragon, should the dragon betray their tentative trust. Varric mutters something about not being able to put this in his book because no one would 'believe this shit', and Sera wonders if she can ride the dragon.
In the end, they agree to at least wait and see, and give Wrathion a chance. The Inquisition needs all the allies it can get. It's decided that they will prepare to take back Suledin Keep, and will march as soon as Wrathion is ready.
The Inquisitor returns to Valeska's Watch after breakfast, and brings with him cheese, bread, and cured meats along with some hot tea. Seeing the relative carnage outside the ruins, though, suggests that perhaps such a meal wouldn't be to the dragons particular ah, taste. He knocks politely to alert to his presence, and pushes the great door open gently. ]