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Roderick knew not of whether this had been ordained by the maker or if it was just a coincidence. Is faith not all but coincidence? Whatever the makers wishes were it was quite befuddling that he would have delivered unto him a savior with horns. Roderick had very little in the way of experience with the Qunari. He had known of their existence, their rich history, and the state in which many of them lived to this date. They were another victim of circumstance in their world, one that he hoped he’d never have to encounter. Yet, fate had another way of pulling the strings to the marionette of his faith. Now, as helpless as when he was a pup, at the mercy of the Qun before him with no foresight in what she would do to him. 

The overwhelming sense of heat that washed over him and forced sweat to the outcropping of his pores, slowly washed away. One solid grunt, almost barbarian an uncouth in nature, set his breathing free from the constraints of hostage air. Slowly enough he was working his way back to steady condition, not that any of that mattered to the Qun before him. [color=E7D27C][i]”Asaara”[/i][/color] it was often queer for a member of their race to have a name of their own. Often time they simply had monikers they assigned themselves for feats of strength or obvious…characteristics. Her gift with the bow and arrow led him to believe that it was won by her ability and not so vain as to grant it herself. 

[color=E7D27C]“Pretty name for a pretty gal, wouldn’t you say?”[/color] a brittle almost bordering hoarse laugh. The knight rose to his knees and then to his feet, stumbling like a newborn foal finding its legs. The curtains of silk like blond hair, weaved back into the backs of his skull after running a hand through his precarious locks. [color=E7D27C]“Ah, now that’s better now that I can actually talk. Ah blood magic, quite the nasty bugger, isn’t it? You never quite get used to it”[/color] a crack from each side of his neck, each one giving birth to a sigh of relief, [color=E7D27C]“never quite forget your first either.”[/color] It was clear she was simply humoring his presence and spoke little in the way of superfluous language, a trait he failed to pick up. 

His ears perked at the utterance of her betrayal or rather the cognizance to self-govern. [color=E7D27C]“You know I’m going to ask the obvious question then”[/color] patting the last remaining dust off his armor and silks. The manicuring process resembled that of a cat that was just licking and combing until sufficient. Luckily for the mercenary, he did not splay his foot up to clean, down [i]there[/i]. [color=E7D27C]“Why shift your allegiance? And what brought you here? Couldn’t have been in the market to help a Templar out, although I do appreciate it. Looks like I owe you one, unless you aim to finish me off to”[/color] Roderick jerked forward with a feign and laughed as if he were getting ready to defend himself. A rat bastard he was through and through. 

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