[ Romelle, too, isn't used to cold wind. Within the seemingly perfect world Lotor had made for them in the colony, the weather was always sunny, perfectly tempered. A never ending mild summer's day - not that Romelle had ever been able to appreciate it for lack of comparison.
This place is... different. Romelle has spent a lot of time in space lately and far less off it on planets - the majority of those times had been spent shrunken to a miniature size and barely counts. Though being stuck here is concerning to say the least, she can't help glance curiously at everything around her. The galaxy is vast and she'd never thought she'd get a chance to see it all.
His words bring her attention back to the conversation though. ]
Andraste, yes... I have heard that term around here a lot. In relation to you as well. Is there a particular reason to not learn more about it?
Oh creators, not even a week here and you've already heard that tripe?
[He slowly runs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath, steeling himself for this conversation. At least, if nothing else she may be the one person in the world that will actually listen to him.]
Andraste is some prophet or something in the human religion. You look like a Dalish elf, so they will probably assume you worship our gods, which they do not like. They will try and argue about it or try to convert you if given the chance.
If you do, for whatever reason, need someone in the chantry, seek out... that woman there. [He gestured to one older woman who seemed to be listening to a troubled soldier in a quiet corner of the gardens.]
Mother Giselle, she's a good woman. A lot more level headed than most, if you find you need someone to talk to. [he chuckles.] She could probably give better advice than I in a lot of situations.
[Just making an effort to dodge the whole "Herald of Andraste" bit as much as he could.]
[ Religion... Romelle pulls a face at the explanation. There's a lot about this world that she doesn't understand one bit, but she knows worship. Nobody in her world would have called Lotor a God, but 'savior' really isn't far off when you came to it. And in effect...? Romelle would have preferred a distant God who's existence is entirely disputable over all they got. ]
I will keep her in mind and I will let all the others know that I have no interest in converting to anything. I do not believe in worship of any kind.
You know, after being stuck here for so long I believe I'm going to say that's a very wise outlook on everything.
[Lavellan frown as a woman with a clipboard comes to up to him, putting a brief halt to their tour. The woman, Josephine, was friendly enough as she was his diplomat, but apparently there was something regarding a ball at a palace that required his attention. Josephine seemed a bit hesitant to discuss such things in front of the newcomer until Lavellan gestured for her to continue.
He actually wound up tuning half the conversation out aside from the general overview. Something something, Orlesian etiquette, something something, put a stop to the plot to assassinate empress celene, something something outfits for the ball-- oh wait outfits? Well it was time for him to see what he could get away with as the Herald of Andraste.]
Josephine, I want you to find me the most offensively Dalish outfit that I could possibly get away with-
["w-what? Inquisitor please you can't just-"]
And make it blue, I don't want to wear something that clashes with my wonderfully Dalish face!
["I don't think the Orlesian court would appreciate the Herald of Andraste covered in references to the elven pantheon-!"]
Thank you Josephine, I leave the rest to youm now if you'll excuse me I'll just be finishing our little tour of skyhold!
[And he ducks into a door of a small hallway leaving poor Josephine to blunder over his ridiculous request. They entered the main hall, which also doubled as a throne room. Now, time to resume the tour properly.]
And here is the throne room, home of the most hideous and uncomfortable chair in all of southern Thedas. Sometimes they make me sit on it and judge people. It's awful, really I don't recommend it.
[ Romelle probably ends up listening far more intently to what Josephine is saying than Lavellan himself is, but the words are so foreign to her that she doesn't really retain much of the meaning anyway. The universe is vast but with the few people from off-colony she met so far, they at least had some common framework of knowledge. The Galran empire, a few other terms...
On this planet meanwhile it's like she is truly stranded in a wholly different world, secluded from all that shaped her reality. She is curious to the same degree that it makes her feel lost.
Though she doesn't understand what kind of offense Lavellan is intending to make to people by wearing blue, it does make her laugh quietly as she slips away from the conversation alongside him.
The throne room immediately shifts her mood back to serious however. ]
What makes it so that you can't leave? The people... they think they need you, but aren't they just refusing to face themselves through that?
[The main hall was bustling with foreign diplomatcs, and other members of his innter cicle.
He lead her up the hall at a leisurely pace.]
Well, that's the thing... they actually do need me.[He sighs defeatedly and lifts his hand to show the glowing green mark on his palm.] I'm the only person that can close the rifts that have been opening all over Thedas- like the one you fell from.
[As he continues it's a jovial but sarcastic tone to try and make light of what he found to be an utterly miserable situation.]
It's really no big deal. Just the fate of the world resting on my ability not to get myself killed before the other guy! What could go wrong! Why not make me leader too, because having some magical doodad stuck to my hand wasn't enough responsibility!
[ ... okay, closing rifts is important. At the very least that is something that Romelle understands immediately and without much knowledge about the planet she is stranded on. Rifts are dangerous. And yet... Maybe Lotor had also considered himself the sole person on who's shoulders the fate of the Alteans was resting. It hadn't made anything right. ]
Oh, has no one told you about Corypheus yet? Well let me tell you, there’s a whole story about it with Darkspawn and archdemons and other such nonsense, but the short end of it is that he’s a madman that created the breach in the sky to enter the Fade believing that will make him a god.
[He chuckles but it trails off into an exasperated sigh, he can only keep cheery on the topic for so long. Regardless he lead her out to the main castle grounds, outside again but making his way towards the tavern, it was a better place for chatting in his opinion..]
Also it’s possible he’s a very ancient madman responsible for the worst plague in all of Thedas. He also seems to be slightly immortal. So that’s what we’re up against.
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This place is... different. Romelle has spent a lot of time in space lately and far less off it on planets - the majority of those times had been spent shrunken to a miniature size and barely counts. Though being stuck here is concerning to say the least, she can't help glance curiously at everything around her. The galaxy is vast and she'd never thought she'd get a chance to see it all.
His words bring her attention back to the conversation though. ]
Andraste, yes... I have heard that term around here a lot. In relation to you as well. Is there a particular reason to not learn more about it?
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[He slowly runs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath, steeling himself for this conversation. At least, if nothing else she may be the one person in the world that will actually listen to him.]
Andraste is some prophet or something in the human religion. You look like a Dalish elf, so they will probably assume you worship our gods, which they do not like. They will try and argue about it or try to convert you if given the chance.
If you do, for whatever reason, need someone in the chantry, seek out... that woman there.
[He gestured to one older woman who seemed to be listening to a troubled soldier in a quiet corner of the gardens.]
Mother Giselle, she's a good woman. A lot more level headed than most, if you find you need someone to talk to. [he chuckles.] She could probably give better advice than I in a lot of situations.
[Just making an effort to dodge the whole "Herald of Andraste" bit as much as he could.]
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I will keep her in mind and I will let all the others know that I have no interest in converting to anything. I do not believe in worship of any kind.
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[Lavellan frown as a woman with a clipboard comes to up to him, putting a brief halt to their tour. The woman, Josephine, was friendly enough as she was his diplomat, but apparently there was something regarding a ball at a palace that required his attention. Josephine seemed a bit hesitant to discuss such things in front of the newcomer until Lavellan gestured for her to continue.
He actually wound up tuning half the conversation out aside from the general overview. Something something, Orlesian etiquette, something something, put a stop to the plot to assassinate empress celene, something something outfits for the ball-- oh wait outfits? Well it was time for him to see what he could get away with as the Herald of Andraste.]
Josephine, I want you to find me the most offensively Dalish outfit that I could possibly get away with-
["w-what? Inquisitor please you can't just-"]
And make it blue, I don't want to wear something that clashes with my wonderfully Dalish face!
["I don't think the Orlesian court would appreciate the Herald of Andraste covered in references to the elven pantheon-!"]
Thank you Josephine, I leave the rest to youm now if you'll excuse me I'll just be finishing our little tour of skyhold!
[And he ducks into a door of a small hallway leaving poor Josephine to blunder over his ridiculous request. They entered the main hall, which also doubled as a throne room. Now, time to resume the tour properly.]
And here is the throne room, home of the most hideous and uncomfortable chair in all of southern Thedas. Sometimes they make me sit on it and judge people. It's awful, really I don't recommend it.
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On this planet meanwhile it's like she is truly stranded in a wholly different world, secluded from all that shaped her reality. She is curious to the same degree that it makes her feel lost.
Though she doesn't understand what kind of offense Lavellan is intending to make to people by wearing blue, it does make her laugh quietly as she slips away from the conversation alongside him.
The throne room immediately shifts her mood back to serious however. ]
What makes it so that you can't leave? The people... they think they need you, but aren't they just refusing to face themselves through that?
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He lead her up the hall at a leisurely pace.]
Well, that's the thing... they actually do need me.[He sighs defeatedly and lifts his hand to show the glowing green mark on his palm.] I'm the only person that can close the rifts that have been opening all over Thedas- like the one you fell from.
[As he continues it's a jovial but sarcastic tone to try and make light of what he found to be an utterly miserable situation.]
It's really no big deal. Just the fate of the world resting on my ability not to get myself killed before the other guy! What could go wrong! Why not make me leader too, because having some magical doodad stuck to my hand wasn't enough responsibility!
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The other guy...? Is there somebody competing?
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[He chuckles but it trails off into an exasperated sigh, he can only keep cheery on the topic for so long. Regardless he lead her out to the main castle grounds, outside again but making his way towards the tavern, it was a better place for chatting in his opinion..]
Also it’s possible he’s a very ancient madman responsible for the worst plague in all of Thedas. He also seems to be slightly immortal. So that’s what we’re up against.