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Voices of Nerat
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Re: Times Of War
Following the lithe Neviha closely, Vale took on a cautious demeanor, his mind turning over the worst-case scenarios that could occur when they met with the templar. Even if he didn't get his head chopped off on the spot, the possibility of being locked in what was essentially a towering prison cell looming over Lake Calenhad didn't seem like much of a favorable prospect either. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts down. Must stay positive, he thought quietly to himself.
As he caught sight of the two, he slowed his pace, soaking in the details of his newly met companions. The white-blonde woman had an athletic build, garbed in a rather elegant set of armor. She had a tough look about her, but not so much that he'd want to sleep with his one good eye open. The other, however... The stony-faced templar gave him an uncomfortable vibe, a slight chill running down his spine. The holy warrior seemed to exude an air of conviction, faith, doctrine, traits Vale could maybe see as commendable if they weren't potentially going to work against his favor.
His gaze ran down to the symbol emblazoned on the templar's breastplate, a sword with flames around it. He seemed to go into a trance, deaf to the world around him. In his mind, he saw the symbol ablaze, hearing the clamor of men fighting to the death around him, bloodcurdling screams and swords clattering...
When he heard the Dalish woman speak, he seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head as he returned to his senses. He cleared his throat, preparing to introduce himself, despite his reluctance to do so. "A pleasure to meet you as well. You are Colette, I presume? I am Father Vale." He put on his best smile, sticking his staff under his arm momentarily, he'd offer the blonde warrior woman his one good hand in greeting. "You must be a dog enthusiaist," he commented cheerily, grinning at her reaction to the mabari.
Regardless of her response, he'd turn to the templar, cautiously offering him a handshake as well. "And you must be Morven, correct?" He kept that friendly smile on his face, but there may have been a hint of unease hidden in his expression. "Nice to meet you."
Following the lithe Neviha closely, Vale took on a cautious demeanor, his mind turning over the worst-case scenarios that could occur when they met with the templar. Even if he didn't get his head chopped off on the spot, the possibility of being locked in what was essentially a towering prison cell looming over Lake Calenhad didn't seem like much of a favorable prospect either. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts down. Must stay positive, he thought quietly to himself.
As he caught sight of the two, he slowed his pace, soaking in the details of his newly met companions. The white-blonde woman had an athletic build, garbed in a rather elegant set of armor. She had a tough look about her, but not so much that he'd want to sleep with his one good eye open. The other, however... The stony-faced templar gave him an uncomfortable vibe, a slight chill running down his spine. The holy warrior seemed to exude an air of conviction, faith, doctrine, traits Vale could maybe see as commendable if they weren't potentially going to work against his favor.
His gaze ran down to the symbol emblazoned on the templar's breastplate, a sword with flames around it. He seemed to go into a trance, deaf to the world around him. In his mind, he saw the symbol ablaze, hearing the clamor of men fighting to the death around him, bloodcurdling screams and swords clattering...
When he heard the Dalish woman speak, he seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head as he returned to his senses. He cleared his throat, preparing to introduce himself, despite his reluctance to do so. "A pleasure to meet you as well. You are Colette, I presume? I am Father Vale." He put on his best smile, sticking his staff under his arm momentarily, he'd offer the blonde warrior woman his one good hand in greeting. "You must be a dog enthusiaist," he commented cheerily, grinning at her reaction to the mabari.
Regardless of her response, he'd turn to the templar, cautiously offering him a handshake as well. "And you must be Morven, correct?" He kept that friendly smile on his face, but there may have been a hint of unease hidden in his expression. "Nice to meet you."