[ The most chipper- at least to start with. There's a puzzled 'hm' as she tries to figure out who this is, before remembering that the crystals are linked to individuals and that 'Sorrel' surely can't be that common a name. ]
[Be professional, he reminds himself. And then frowns to himself. Wait, she knows that, she has to know it; he's her boss. Is she just messing with him?]
Skyhold wants to see if the Eluvians can be used to get people behind enemy lines. So they asked me if I could see about getting one or two of them. To use, as an experiment. I know you have one, the one you, ah...
[Is everything in a Tethras novel factual? Time to find out.]
I do! We actually had to get it out of Kirkwall before we came to Kirkwall - Venatori trying to take it, you know - so it's at Skyhold. But I suppose they don't know how to turn it on.
[ Because she deliberately left that part out. ]
Where are we going with it? We'll need another eluvian to come out of, you know.
[Who says??? But it's clear: Merrill says. And she's got the mirror, which means she's got the right. She's not denying the Inquisition's right in turn, but she is doing as she ought, as any Dalish First ought, and not letting it fall out of her control.
The truth is: Sorrel had kind of hoped to go along as well. But, then, it'll be a waste and a risk, two mages and none left behind to watch the other end, not that they can really trust. He takes a deep breath, considers his leverage (there isn't any) and makes the only decision he can.]
Alright, I'll put you on the roster.
[He'll ask Beleth to go in his stead; never enough scouts on a mission like this.]
But you'll have to give a full report for the Inquisition. [A brief, thoughtful pause.] And one for me.
[For the People, he means. Well Played, Merrill Sabrae.]
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[ The most chipper- at least to start with. There's a puzzled 'hm' as she tries to figure out who this is, before remembering that the crystals are linked to individuals and that 'Sorrel' surely can't be that common a name. ]
You're Beleth's brother, right? Go ahead!
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[Be professional, he reminds himself. And then frowns to himself. Wait, she knows that, she has to know it; he's her boss. Is she just messing with him?]
Skyhold wants to see if the Eluvians can be used to get people behind enemy lines. So they asked me if I could see about getting one or two of them. To use, as an experiment. I know you have one, the one you, ah...
[Is everything in a Tethras novel factual? Time to find out.]
...repaired?
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I do! We actually had to get it out of Kirkwall before we came to Kirkwall - Venatori trying to take it, you know - so it's at Skyhold. But I suppose they don't know how to turn it on.
[ Because she deliberately left that part out. ]
Where are we going with it? We'll need another eluvian to come out of, you know.
[ Yes, we. ]
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[Wait. What?]
Who's "We"?
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[Who says??? But it's clear: Merrill says. And she's got the mirror, which means she's got the right. She's not denying the Inquisition's right in turn, but she is doing as she ought, as any Dalish First ought, and not letting it fall out of her control.
The truth is: Sorrel had kind of hoped to go along as well. But, then, it'll be a waste and a risk, two mages and none left behind to watch the other end, not that they can really trust. He takes a deep breath, considers his leverage (there isn't any) and makes the only decision he can.]
Alright, I'll put you on the roster.
[He'll ask Beleth to go in his stead; never enough scouts on a mission like this.]
But you'll have to give a full report for the Inquisition. [A brief, thoughtful pause.] And one for me.
[For the People, he means. Well Played, Merrill Sabrae.]
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Of course! Just let me know who else is going and when we ought to leave.
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[You are the sassiest woman he's met in a while and he's just been to the Arlathvhen.]
Merrill, ah— One more thing, before you go.
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[ And, curiously: ] What is it?
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[This is awkward. He takes a deep breath.]
You would have been a good First.
[And then he drops the connection in a hurry. So much for professionalism.]