Turns down from the library, half absorbed in troop reports scribbled in the commanders less than neat handwriting, and looks up.
“Is this a part of the artistic process? I could never make hands or tails of such matters.”

Consequence for said crime

“I forget less than I forgive, which is hardly ever, and never about books.” Cassandra spoke with a nod “Run along, and keep out of trouble.”
She had of course, realized their interior motive for playing her a visit over an hour ago. The seeker sighed, going to bed in place of having another glass.

“I forget less than I forgive, which is hardly ever, and never about books.” Cassandra spoke with a nod “Run along, and keep out of trouble.”
She had of course, realized their interior motive for playing her a visit over an hour ago. The seeker sighed, going to bed in place of having another glass.

You hid it so well…
I have never seen a secret so valiantly protected by puppy dog eyes. *bemused glance*
What do you enjoy reading?

*If* they keep it secret, as the name suggests. Bellara and Cole are also very energetic about the idea…

There….may be…why do you ask?

“There is danger everywhere. Even in peaceful days the highest of the chantry walked under guard…” Cassandra looked down at her plate. “Yes, it was- better than usual. I could tell that it was beef. That is…a step up for our chef.”

She looked, somewhat swaying still the pie having returned a portion of her normal manner at the young elf’s question.
“The city? Yes- I will be providing protection and structure to the trip, as I do often... All this talk of dates, someone must keep their wits…”

“The last published or the last he is walking about with and writing excruciatingly slowly?” Cassandra let out a small tisk like sound, staring into her wine. “Yes to the first, and two pages to the second, where I happened to glance…”

“The last published or the last he is walking about with and writing excruciatingly slowly?” Cassandra let out a small tisk like sound, staring into her wine. “Yes to the first, and two pages to the second, where I happened to glance…”

*has checked everywhere else at least two times by now and heads up the stairs after getting a bewildered look from Maryden*
Ah-ha! Your days of thievery are-!
*bursts into the room*

“A code…I will not crush such enthusiasm. Why not?”

She lifted her wine glass that had somehow been refilled from a bottle safely hidden behind her resting shield.

“Perhaps Varric may write more freely if a club is waiting to read…”

“A code…I will not crush such enthusiasm. Why not?”

She lifted her wine glass that had somehow been refilled from a bottle safely hidden behind her resting shield.

“Perhaps Varric may write more freely if a club is waiting to read…”