A little forewarning to your forearming, if you know what I mean. I hear many things, some of which could be of great help during your mission tomorrow. Much as I love fixing other people's marriages, what do I get in return? Now he wishes to come home, but he cannot for he has no house and would be casteless. He joined a speculative venture to the surface, hoping to make his fortune and went bust. She has a cousin, a useless sort, but she is quite fond of him. My wife, however, is a gem of a different color. Let's be honest, I don't care a whit for those who have wandered from the Stone. No, seriously, why this particular cause? What selfless devotion you show to the less fortunate, Lord Dace.
Please, agree to speak for this noble cause. I seek only to remedy an injustice, to retie the bonds of anyone who can trace himself to one of the noble houses, wherever he may live. That he was, in essence, no longer a dwarf. We'd be dead otherwise.Ĭenturies ago, narrow-minded men declared that any dwarf who left to live on the surface forfeited his caste and his house if noble. Lost to the Stone, air-touched, and so forth. The vote concerns the status of the so-called surface caste. There is a vote coming before the assembly next week, and a word from you could go a long way towards helping our cause. Let us just pretend we spent another ten minutes wishing good things on each other's houses, yes? You didn't stop me to exchange pleasantries. Two of King Endrin's children now commissioned war-leaders. That's why I'm hoping for your help.įirst, let me congratulate you on your commission. (Laughs) You're a clever one, always have been. If I had a daughter, I'd give her to you and make you the noble you deserve to be. You're a credit to your race caste, Ser Gorim. Which leaves you plenty of time for our dear old friend, Lord Dace. It looks as if the heads of House Bemot and Meino are keeping your father busy. I wish to speak to you of a matter most urgent. Many thanks for your willingness to hear me out, my lady. My Lady Aeducan, might I bother you for a moment? Who cares? Look at all the cheese and booze! It's going to be a good night.
The Wardens only go where the darkspawn are the greatest threat.
The raid tomorrow must be more than a standard mission. A little blood always impresses the stuffed shirts. Perhaps you should have a servant clean your armor first. But dwarven politics can complicate even the simplest events. Previously posted: Having just won the Proving, Bianca Aeducan heads to the feast being held in her honor.
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