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Well this is a predicament.
Falon Lavellan thought to himself, sited down and his hands bound by chains, surrounded by several human guards inside some kind of prison. On top of it all, Falon didn't even know why he was being held for along with this searing pain in his right hand. Every time it sparked the Elven mage felt like his limb was going to come off in an most disturbing matter.
Though the worst part of it, the Dalish Elf couldn't even remember how he was inflicted with this condition. Falon assumed it had something to do with magic. That would explain the frightened and hateful glares he was getting from the 'current hosts' that watched over him. While understandable, Falon hated this situation all the same, wanting to leave and go back to his clan. It was because of the Clan he ended up here in the first place. The Keeper Deshanna Istimaethoriel was quite insisted on sending him, her apprentice to spy on the Conclave, involving the Mage-Templar war.
Doubt that any of it matters now, these people seem ready to kill me. To think I tried to keep an open mind about their kind all these years. What a way be to be proven wrong. Just hope that my clan will be alright, I will miss them.
Just then the door in front opened, revealing two women, one clad in an armor with short black hair, and an hooded redhead. Both seem dangerous and likely in charge, Falon quietly watched them draw near to him, refusing to say anything unless spoken to first.
Falon Lavellan thought to himself, sited down and his hands bound by chains, surrounded by several human guards inside some kind of prison. On top of it all, Falon didn't even know why he was being held for along with this searing pain in his right hand. Every time it sparked the Elven mage felt like his limb was going to come off in an most disturbing matter.
Though the worst part of it, the Dalish Elf couldn't even remember how he was inflicted with this condition. Falon assumed it had something to do with magic. That would explain the frightened and hateful glares he was getting from the 'current hosts' that watched over him. While understandable, Falon hated this situation all the same, wanting to leave and go back to his clan. It was because of the Clan he ended up here in the first place. The Keeper Deshanna Istimaethoriel was quite insisted on sending him, her apprentice to spy on the Conclave, involving the Mage-Templar war.
Doubt that any of it matters now, these people seem ready to kill me. To think I tried to keep an open mind about their kind all these years. What a way be to be proven wrong. Just hope that my clan will be alright, I will miss them.
Just then the door in front opened, revealing two women, one clad in an armor with short black hair, and an hooded redhead. Both seem dangerous and likely in charge, Falon quietly watched them draw near to him, refusing to say anything unless spoken to first.
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