"And if I sit out, am I not leaving a job incomplete? He is a darkspawn of sorts, is he not? Of those of us that traveled with the Warden that yet live-" Wynne having passed, Maker rest her soul, Oghren tangled with the wardens, Sten now Arishok and Shale-
Doing whatever it is a golem that has returned to their fleshy form does-
"I am the only one that has not yet taken some manner of responsibility for what is happening. Part of being free to choose what I wish to do means I could very well walk away, but..." For a moment his eyes darken in consideration, dipping to his own half empty glass. He could walk away. Part of him says that he should. Simply focus on Antiva, on his home, and leave this larger heroic mess to the larger heroes. And were it a dwarf or human or Quanari? He may very well. There is support enough for those sorts.
But it is Lasulahn, a Dalish Mage, and finding support when one is of two such disparate peoples is...difficult. He swirls his glass idly, rolling words around in his mouth, on his tongue before looking over with some slim measure of seriousness. "...I suppose the friends I made along the way, during the Blight, impressed upon me some manner of noble intent despite my better judgment. It would be remiss to walk away when I can help."
A beat.
"But if you agree to keep me, tell Leliana you promised me a kiss or she'll never let me hear the end of it. Volunteering for such work? Growing as an individual? I will never live it down."
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Doing whatever it is a golem that has returned to their fleshy form does-
"I am the only one that has not yet taken some manner of responsibility for what is happening. Part of being free to choose what I wish to do means I could very well walk away, but..." For a moment his eyes darken in consideration, dipping to his own half empty glass. He could walk away. Part of him says that he should. Simply focus on Antiva, on his home, and leave this larger heroic mess to the larger heroes. And were it a dwarf or human or Quanari? He may very well. There is support enough for those sorts.
But it is Lasulahn, a Dalish Mage, and finding support when one is of two such disparate peoples is...difficult. He swirls his glass idly, rolling words around in his mouth, on his tongue before looking over with some slim measure of seriousness. "...I suppose the friends I made along the way, during the Blight, impressed upon me some manner of noble intent despite my better judgment. It would be remiss to walk away when I can help."
A beat.
"But if you agree to keep me, tell Leliana you promised me a kiss or she'll never let me hear the end of it. Volunteering for such work? Growing as an individual? I will never live it down."