[center][h3]Gweyr Bahira[/h3]

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Twenty Seven – Elf – Rivaini – Rogue ; Bard, Assassin – Grey Warden[/center]

[i]A crumpled letter, dated 21st Bloomingtide, 9:25 Dragon:[/i] 

Mamae,

First things first, you were right; things went south with Joveck’s Raiders when we hit Kirkwall. We were fencing cargo when [i]someone[/i] sold us out to the guard. They butchered most of us, but Mick and I got away. We took the ship—with Captain Joveck dead, it seemed like a good opportunity to strike out on our own—and we very nearly made it out the harbor. 

Turns out, Kirkwall has this bloody iron net in the water, and they wrecked our newly acquired ship. So rude! I tried to swim past the mess, but a bloody Templar grabbed me from the water. We got dragged into the Gallows, where Mick tried to convince the Knight Commander that I’d kidnapped him, the nughumping piece of shite. I was dead certain we’d lose our hands and get put in chains, but the strangest thing happened. Apparently a Grey Warden had seen the whole affair and thought it funny. She conscripted me before I got a bad case of prison. 

So, I’m properly joined now, which is fun. The pay’s a lot better than what Joreck gave, so I can’t really complain. I’m in Nevarra now—we’re heading to Weisshaupt soon. I have to admit, I’m dreading the cold.

With all my love,

Gweyr