tis_disapproval | Matters Of Introduction

And so, dear readers, I embark upon further adventure amidst what can only be surmised, from your own various writings, as incompetence, foolery and opportunity for murder...

All in all, I think I shall feel rather at home.

In the course of writing this, however, 'twould be considerate for me to make of myself an introduction, no? To that end, you may know me as Morrigan. A name which, so I am told, will mean precious little to you - and be thankful for it, lest you wish to live by aimless superstition.

I am also told you know nothing of the Chantry, Templars or the like. That you've mages who've the good sense to remain free of authority's shackles. In this, I am sure we would find agreement, for subjugation is no fertile soil for the nurturing of empowerment.

I admit, being summoned by the title of... Warden will take a little getting used to. In truth, I would prefer this not to be the case, if this can be helped. It has a very particular association in my world. A profession I would prefer not to be thought of as being part of, even if once aligned with.

This shall be the end of my use for quill and paper, I think, for now.

'Tis a most unusual place, indeed...

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Madam, your pen and ink go not unused in principle, simply because they go unused in practice.

And nor should they.

One should hope not. 'Tis a shame for words to go ignored when they have value.

A great shame indeed, madam, but a greater shame to not to be able to write them at all.

And what is it you are suggesting?

Nothing, madam, only that you value your ability to write freely.

Yes. Yes, I do. And have known plenty who would happily remove it.

They do not tend to trouble me for very long.

Then you are fortunate for being able to stave off their intentions to remove it.

And what of you? How would you consider your place to be, were you not here?

Formerly, that of a soldier. Now, that of a father.

Interesting, that you should place them in that order... I have known of those who would not.

'Tis merely that of my history. I long stopped being a soldier before I became a father.

And married, I presume?

Aye. She is here with me, and you should most likely meet her.

Then what of the child's predicament? Are none seeing to its welfare?

I am confident that time has not moved for her. She knows not of our absence, and never will.

So her welfare remains well attended to, I assure thee.

Either way, you seem to enjoy servitude.

I serve naught but my own principle, and my wife and daughter.

Strikes me as odd, this willingness for one to envelope themselves in the affairs of another... To become a part of them, outside of breeding.

I do believe that oddness is called love, madam.

And what an oddity it is! As unnatural to self-preservation as the thought of plunging oneself into a vat of plague-ridden eels.

Perhaps, madam, but it is most worth it. Undoubtedly so.

I fancy it to be rather insipid, truly... What others wish to poison themselves with, I have no care to control, but 'tis an ideal I would sooner run from than embrace.

Then I do feel quite sorry for thee, for it is the one experience in my life which I shall never, ever regret or run from.

As is the removal of one's foot to avoid the onset of disease. Yet still something I would prefer not to encounter.

You cannot dissuade me of this, madam.

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