[She nudges Sina with her shoulder as she sits beside her.]
This one's a dwarven thaig, if you'll believe it. The last known location of scrying tools of ancient Arlathan. So we might need you ready to look up dwarven history as well, from the library.
[Briefly, Sina looks as though she might say more. Then, having taken a breath as though to speak, she simply sighs it out into a melancholy smile. She looks down, and takes a bite of her roll.]
[Caught in her negativity, Sina gives a weak laugh, and shrugs her shoulders. Pel has a point.] Well... as long as we... provision for it, I suppose. [For the possibility of her sudden incapacitation or death.]
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This one's a dwarven thaig, if you'll believe it. The last known location of scrying tools of ancient Arlathan. So we might need you ready to look up dwarven history as well, from the library.
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Shall I join you on the crystals as well?
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Hey. You all right?
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I'd just... like to see one of these places for myself. [Her melancholy smile returns.] Someday.
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Well. It's the Deep Roads. There would be darkspawn. But...how do you feel? I mean, do you think you could do that?
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I don't know.
[She bites her lower lip.] So much could go wrong... [It's possible she's looking for an excuse to be talked into it, despite her reservations.]
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Well... as long as we... provision for it, I suppose. [For the possibility of her sudden incapacitation or death.]
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...yes.
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