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[arcaneadvisor]

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[rowancrowned]

I received your report.

[ he'd ask what she'd done to the poor npc but he has his suspicions and that guy doesn't really matter anyway so. ]

There was a town in the north I sent you to. The location on the map was marked in my own hand. What of it?

[arcaneadvisor]

I trust all is accounted for, I see little reason to report the tedious problems of the village.

[She's not some bleeding heart etc etc.]

Ah yes, I had meant to ask before I left though given [personal circumstances pertaining to mutual favourite Orlesian] the time I hadn't the chance. I ventured there. What, specifically, do you wish to know?

[rowancrowned]

'Lacking clean water' is a problem the Inquisition can solve [ for goodwill and you know, for the sake of altruism. but mostly for goodwill points. ] but 'butcher's wife slept with blacksmith' is not something I care to know about, no.

The state of the village. The number of families, their professions. If they may well be hiding other interesting apostates.

[arcaneadvisor]

Lacking clean water is a problem to be solved if the blacksmith would cease to pour his filth in it. [Ah but to what filth does she refer to, a riddle for the ages.]

I did not expect to find ruins. Such old ruins, I am unable to travel as I please these days and it has been some time... [A pause for Morrigan to reach for her grimoire, the rifling of papers to the right page as she mutters to herself throughout and--] Yes, old, to be very certain. And you were aware.

[Not an accusation, why else would Morrigan be sent there to a handmarked location that a Warden, a child, an abomination better serving them dead would all overlook?]

Thranduil-- they were old. Old enough that I struggle to put a date to them. I would say elven for what else is so ancient yet... [Rare is the day when Morrigan trails off because she doesn't know the answer herself.]

[rowancrowned]

If I did not have the shard, if I were not so tall- had I fallen through a Rift and found myself here, I would have made a fool of myself for the first few weeks.

But then I would have learned to watch, to imitate. To pass.

[ he exhales slowly. his chair scrapes against the stone floor. ]

I must excuse myself. There is a conversation long overdue.

[ before he leaves her: ]

Galadriel will be so pleased to know that we are not as alone as we thought ourselves to be.

[arcaneadvisor]

When I was a girl I watched. [There are things not easily said even now as a woman as near to a world away from Flemeth, the Wilds, and the girl that she once was as she might be. A sigh shudders out, one that might've been a laugh if it weren't so close to the bone. (What isn't these days?)] I watched for all that I was never taught. Bargaining, sitting at the table, when to look another in the eye.

[Is there a reason she brings these up now? They're things Thranduil does well in her opinion so perhaps it's why: he does them. He does pass. He has no other option but to move through this world the way that Morrigan has.]

Something of those of you of the many years? [And that joke...doesn't land. There is a book with a cover mocking her.] When you have more time, there is a matter I would discuss with you. Of our travels. What was found and something I-- I have perhaps never wished to look closely upon up 'til now.

[rowancrowned]

You are a splendid creature, my lady, and you would ever be welcomed in one of my halls as elf-friend. Never doubt your own presence.

[ he moves around her very nearly as if she was one of his own kind. no one else has come close, even among some of the elves. ]

We will, once I return. I believe I may have found a living relic, hidden in plain sight. Passing.

[arcaneadvisor]

[There's a solid silence. It stretches, caught in her throat because she can't have heard him right, that would--

But this is Thranduil.

There are more and more impossible things appearing these days.]

One who knows Uthenera? [There were the stories in Orlais though she and Celene aren't on speaking terms these days unless it's truly official business, rare and rarer still now.]

[rowancrowned]

[ his answer does not need to be long: ] They must.