"I don't imagine any of us thought to fight this battle from the south."
Only the barest flex of—
Irritation? No, not quite. Some shade of frustration that doesn't quite come to a point but lurks in an undertone.
"We are obliged to wait," is more measured. "And gather allies, and prepare ourselves as best we can for what waits when Corypheus is cleared from the table and we might turn our attention back to our business. Nascere is gone, but..."
A second turn of the hand.
"Tevinter remains, more or less. There is change to be forged there still."
no subject
Only the barest flex of—
Irritation? No, not quite. Some shade of frustration that doesn't quite come to a point but lurks in an undertone.
"We are obliged to wait," is more measured. "And gather allies, and prepare ourselves as best we can for what waits when Corypheus is cleared from the table and we might turn our attention back to our business. Nascere is gone, but..."
A second turn of the hand.
"Tevinter remains, more or less. There is change to be forged there still."