#int; roz & fenris.

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"nobody asks for their fate." ↳ @dracaeons (fenris to roz) — memes / accepting!

        "well, fate sure has one bitch of a sense of humor." and if there really is somebody up there in the nebulous sky, or the fade, or wherever, making these decisions, she'd sure like to have a colorful word or two with them. "but all the better mages died at the conclave, and i'm the one stuck with the glowing hand."

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        “that's hardly fair of the universe, always choosing those of us with better things to do.” rosalind isn't the sort to pout, but rather to sneer in the face of her own lack of good fortune. as such, her upper lip curls slightly. indignantly. “condolences are all well and good for somebody else. i have little use for them.” she rolls her shoulders back decisively. “your blade, on the other hand, i would find a lot more useful.” a pause came, then a smirk. “unless condolences are all you're willing to offer.”

        "yes." he tends to agree; about fate, that is, not necessarily about the inquisitor's quality as a mage. whoever it is, the maker or the old gods, or the land itself, if there is a guiding hand to the universe then that hand has a strange way of finding its entertainment. "no doubt you have heard this from varric already, but in my experience, it is often the most unwilling who find themselves touched by fate. you have my condolences."