Cade's Inbox

[onlyhymns]

[For personal threads, memos, things left in his quarters for him to stumble on, confessions of love, injunctions, jars of bees, and so forth.]

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[unbrokenoath]

[ Geez, Wren is gonna kick her ass if she gives this dude a heart attack before he can cough up any more information. It looks like she'll have to try being a little more Delicate. Which, luckily, she's famously known for. ]

Hey, hey. That's totally fine. No one knows everything. There's a ton of stuff I don't know. 'S no big deal. And no one's mad at you for it.

Tell you what, if you shoot me the names of the Dalish you know, I'll just go ask them what's up, alright? And if they say they don't know either, then hey, that's cool too. Like I said: It's totally fine to not know stuff. This really isn't a big deal, I'm just trying to ask some questions and figure out what's what, you know?

[onlyhymns]

[If the question had come from a superior officer, when Cade was a Templar, he would have caved instantly. But things are different now, and he has so few people to trust, and now a total stranger is asking for their names. He never thought he'd be one to stand up for the Dalish, but... this isn't about the Dalish. It's about Beleth, and Nahariel, who have never shown him anything but kindness.

...and everyone knows what kind of people Wardens are.]

I... I don't know, [he says stupidly. Is this how it feels to lie? It's harder than it seems.]

[unbrokenoath]

...You don't know your friend's names? [ Really. But she just told Cade that it was okay not to know shit. ] Hey man, that's rude. They're people, too. Next time you see them, go ask them their damn names like a decent person.

[ She's pretty skeptical about Cade's answer, but it doesn't seem worth it to press the problem. Not when there's like. Ten Dalish in the Inquisition. Maybe less. It'll probably be more worthwhile to just go bother them directly. ]

Anyway, thanks for sharing. Hopefully, we'll get to the bottom of this. And hopefully, it's not some off the wall blood mage, because Maker's ass do I not want to tango with that kind of can of crazy.

[onlyhymns]

I'm sorry, [he says weakly, and genuinely probably is. He hates this conversation and wishes it had never happened, if only so it didn't have to reach this point of being told he's rude and indecent.]

Sorry, [he repeats, hoping she's done.]