[With the mage tower reduced to rubble and the structural integrity of this floor on the central tower qualified as officially suspect in the long term,there's a bulk materials to be shifted from the division head offices downward. Some of it, presumably, is too delicate to really trust anyone else with handling. And so here the pair of them are in the war table room, scraping documents out of cabinets and making piles of things in the shadow of the temporary scaffolding keeping the walls up and the ceilings above their heads.
Everything is covered in a fine layer of dust, descended from the ceiling during the first shocks delivered to the tower.
A dozen wooden marker pieces, already knocked away from their rightful places, are swept into a pile on the map. Taking them up by the handful to set inside their box, Flint says the thing he has been thinking:]
[ Yseult watches dust and small chips of stone shake out of a sheaf of reports and form a small round-ish patch on the floor, only marginally distinguishable from the thinner layer of dust and stone chips already coating the flagstones. She doesn't stop when Flint speaks; she stops when she's finished and prepared to add Fereldan, Haring 9:43 - Justinian 9:44 to the stack. She doesn't bother brushing off her hands before reaching for the next, but does pause, letting forearms rest on thighs, turning to look over and up at Flint from where she's crouched at a downed cabinet. ]
To do what?
nw if this is too ancient, but close your eyes and it's like ive just been on hiatus
[Small wooden pieces fall into their box with a clatter so mild that it sounds like a child's toy made to imitate the rasp of rain.]
The Venatori threat has been made reality and Corypheus' detractors scattered. It would be best to make some effort to rejoin the splinters now while they might still be moved by anger instead of allowing them to be picked off, and it would be most effective to do that from within Tevinter.
[Better to be the vulture making use of the corpse than see the corpse feed Corypheus' High Dragon, or some equally trite metaphor. Flint closes the box.]
Riftwatch doesn't have the capacity to do that work. Not without quitting Kirkwall entirely.
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action, post-nonsense;
Everything is covered in a fine layer of dust, descended from the ceiling during the first shocks delivered to the tower.
A dozen wooden marker pieces, already knocked away from their rightful places, are swept into a pile on the map. Taking them up by the handful to set inside their box, Flint says the thing he has been thinking:]
I think it's time that I return to Tevinter.
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To do what?
nw if this is too ancient, but close your eyes and it's like ive just been on hiatus
The Venatori threat has been made reality and Corypheus' detractors scattered. It would be best to make some effort to rejoin the splinters now while they might still be moved by anger instead of allowing them to be picked off, and it would be most effective to do that from within Tevinter.
[Better to be the vulture making use of the corpse than see the corpse feed Corypheus' High Dragon, or some equally trite metaphor. Flint closes the box.]
Riftwatch doesn't have the capacity to do that work. Not without quitting Kirkwall entirely.