[ And that is...not a face she expected to see again. For a moment, all the bravado she's conjured for her front slips away and Neria stares, her expression similar to Cullen's. But the whispers around them force her to push aside her personal feelings or the guilt that threatens to choke her; in fact, her gaze falters, briefly looking to the side before it returns to Kaia and not to him, even if she feels she is betraying herself further. How many lies has she spun to keep people safe? How many stories has she told to distance herself from what has happened? How many people has she abandoned?
If she thinks on it, she'll lose her nerve. There will be time for that later, and all the explanations that come with it. ]
I don't believe ghosts feel hunger, Inquisitor, because I'm certainly famished from the trek up this frozen mountain.
[ Neria steels herself, stands a little straighter, an act that makes her seem more imposing to those behind her than to the small group she stands in front of. She is a commander, not a frightened little mage in a tower. ]
If you have any Ferelden Wardens with you, they will be able to confirm my identity. My name is Neria Surana, Hero of the Fifth Blight, Warden-Commander of the Ferelden sect of the Grey Wardens.
[ She breathes out, glancing only briefly at Cullen before she continues. ]
The Grey Wardens have done the world a great disservice and I am here to rectify that mistake. I am offering someone to lead them under your banner and to keep them from falling to corruption and misguidance again. You are fighting a monster that we are obliged to wage war against, no matter the cost.
[ But Neria hears the Calling too, no matter how much of an illusion that may be, and she cannot completely say she trusts herself. She'll be damned, however, if she lets something like Corypheus kill them all. ]
The world is falling into ruin, Inquisitor. I need to be here now.
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If she thinks on it, she'll lose her nerve. There will be time for that later, and all the explanations that come with it. ]
I don't believe ghosts feel hunger, Inquisitor, because I'm certainly famished from the trek up this frozen mountain.
[ Neria steels herself, stands a little straighter, an act that makes her seem more imposing to those behind her than to the small group she stands in front of. She is a commander, not a frightened little mage in a tower. ]
If you have any Ferelden Wardens with you, they will be able to confirm my identity. My name is Neria Surana, Hero of the Fifth Blight, Warden-Commander of the Ferelden sect of the Grey Wardens.
[ She breathes out, glancing only briefly at Cullen before she continues. ]
The Grey Wardens have done the world a great disservice and I am here to rectify that mistake. I am offering someone to lead them under your banner and to keep them from falling to corruption and misguidance again. You are fighting a monster that we are obliged to wage war against, no matter the cost.
[ But Neria hears the Calling too, no matter how much of an illusion that may be, and she cannot completely say she trusts herself. She'll be damned, however, if she lets something like Corypheus kill them all. ]
The world is falling into ruin, Inquisitor. I need to be here now.