||finally made a real bio

||The court mage of her town, Greigor. He scooped her up when the templars caught her in the midst of the fifth blight, since the Ferelden Circle had been destroyed. He now holds her phylactery. He's also just about the only person she trusts and who she confides in when her world goes to shit.

||of course it's queek lmao

Alone, it's more difficult to stand against those who waited in ambush for her. Alone, no one could give her cover to cast her spells, nor would a hand be offered if she fell. Fortunately, a life lived in half-truths and false promises had trained her well for a swift escape.

Poring over notes in a crowded tavern. She sits among prying eyes with little worry of what they might learn; if she can't make sense of this yet, [they] certainly won't.

"We're all well aware, I'm afraid."

@aperfectorganism.sunder.my kicks u in the shin and steals a bunch of eggs and makes an omelet while dogding every attack lol

There is not one compelling reason to travel to the address presented by the odd, uncomfortable man bearing a ring with the sigil of the Black Divine... ...and yet.

"Urgh. Thank the [Maker] for these fresh new horrors, can't wait to see what tomorrow holds!!"

For tax fraud or a con?