My prompt response. Much fun was had by me writing this. Hopefully you'll have fun reading it.
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"You're dropping your left shoulder. Just a bit." Lydia grinned and bit into her apple when Nate sighed.
"Shouldn't you be locked away somewhere?"
"Not today. Today's Thursday. The Templars let us out on alternate Thursdays."
Giving up on trying to practice, Nate lowered his bow and turned to look at her. "I'm going to regret asking, I know I am, but why?"
"They take us out for an airing and have us turn unbelievers into toads." Waving her free hand she gestured at him. "Are you an unbeliever Nathaniel Howe?"
"I don't believe you can turn people into toads. Does that count?"
"Hah! You're young, you'll learn. The day will come young Nate when you'll fear me. Oh yes." Lydia concluding her dramatic speech with a mad laugh. "Careful there, you almost smiled. Can't have that."
"Are mages all as frivolous as you?"
"Certainly not. Some are quite serious. Why, I met this young man in the Ferelden circle." Shrugging she tossed the remains of her apple over her shoulder, ignoring the guard who swore at her when it bounced off his helm. "Never mind that, I'm here for our lesson."
"Lesson?"
"Hmm. The delightful Lord, your mentor, hired me to teach you about poisons."
That would explain how a mage was allowed away from the Circle without an escort. "Why do I need to know about poisons?"
"Give me an arrow." Holding her hand out she waited. "An arrow young man. Now."
Hearing a teacher's tone and reacting instinctively, Nate put an arrow in her hand. "Now what?"
"An arrow is deadly, yes? You can kill with just one if you hit your target in a tender place. What if he's merely wounded? He might gather the strength to strike back at you."
"True."
"I will teach you to make poisons to put on your arrow tips. Some will paralyse, some will kill quickly, some will cause the wounds to fester, killing over a long period." Seeing his eyes widen she grinned. "Won't that be fun!" Finally a proper smile. It was Lydia's opinion that Nate was much too young to be so serious all the time. She'd have to see what she could do about cheering him up while teaching him how to kill.
. . .
"What about this one?" Crouching, Nate pointed at a small weed, being careful not to touch it. His hand still hurt from the last incident.
"Hmm." Uncaring for her robe, Lydia knelt in the grass next to him. "Well spotted young Nate. Rashvine. We'll need that." Gesturing she pointed at the plant. "That one if you would."
Nate stood when Lydia did and followed as she walked on. This was their routine for their lessons thus far. She'd said they'd start with learning the plants and so they had. Glancing back he saw the Templar putting the weed into the sack he carried. "Is that safe?"
"Oh, the Maker will protect him I'm sure." Waving that away, she pointed off to the right. "Oh look. Something interesting."
"Lydia. What if he's hurt?"
"That would be tragic, no? One less metal suit to peer at me while I bathe."
"Lydia."
"Oh fine." Letting out a loud sigh she halted. "He's wearing gauntlets isn't he. They'll protect his hands. Probably."
"You shouldn't punish him for doing his duty." One of her eyebrows lifted and he was momentarily distracted, wondering if he could learn to do that. "Its no more his choice to follow you than it is yours to be followed."
Stung by the truth of that, Lydia stuck her bottom lip out. "Andraste's ******, you're annoying." His lips quirked in a smirk. "Oh now you smile. Is that what you find amusing, annoying your elders?"
"You're not that much older than me Lydia."
"Old enough that you should respect me as a learned and wise counsellor." She lifted her chin when he nodded seriously. "Listen oh child while I impart wisdom and sage advice."
"I'm listening." Silence. "Well?"
"Give me a moment. Something will come to me, I'm sure of it." Hearing the clank of metal, she grasped the distraction. "Look! Its our kind escort! Well met, Templar." Blinking she tried to remember his name. "Er."
"Medwin."
"Medwin? Did your parents not like children?" She grinned when Nate glared at her. "A small joke, its a fine name, er, Medwin."
"I'm relieved you approve. Mage." Satisfied with her reaction to that, he gestured down the path. "The day is passing, mage, I suggest you do as you were instructed and teach the boy. Unless you'd prefer to return to the Circle?"
"You."
Nate took Lydia's arm and started towing her down the path. "Don't start an argument you can't win Lydia. My lesson to you."
"Pfft." Cursed Templars, cursed men. Thought they knew everything. "I could win."
"No, you couldn't. Medwin has the power, all he would have to do is take you back and tell them you misbehaved. True or not they'd lock you up."
"Lie you mean? Yes, they'd do that. Cursed Templars."
"I don't lie." Hidden by his helm, Medwin grinned broadly when they both jolted in surprise. "If you do as you're bid I'll not interfere in these lessons."
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"I think we should help him."
Nate blinked at Lydia. "Help him? It wasn't that long ago you were set on letting him poison himself."
"Pfft. That's past. Now he's our friend, yes? As such its our duty to help Medwin win his lady friend over."
"I'd wondered if you were, attached, to him." She certainly didn't appear to have any other male companions, apart from himself. Nate knew Lydia wasn't interested in him, nor he in her, not in that way.
"Huh! A Templar!? How trite." Waving her hand back and forth she sneered at the suggestion. "No self respecting mage would want to canoodle in corners with a metal suit." One of his eyebrows lifted. "Fine, fine. When I was young and stupid perhaps, but I'm no longer either."
There was a story there, he could smell it. One to be coaxed out of her at another time. "Who is Medwin's lady love?"
Lydia jerked her head towards one of the shop doorways. "Armour-smith’s daughter. Fair Alina." The door opened and they fell silent. "Shh, here he comes."
. . .
"So, what did you do there?" Anders took a sip of ale and waited. "Well?"
"Do, where?"
"The Free Marches of course. You told our fair Commander you didn't spend your time chasing skirts and drinking wine. Poor choice if you ask me. I'm curious what you did do."
Thinking about it, Nate smiled. "Matchmaking."
"Pardon me?"
"Matchmaking for Templars."
"If you don't want to answer me, say so." Anders was surprised when Nate's smile widened. That may actually be the first smile he'd seen from him. "Fine. Matchmaking for Templars. That can't have taken up all your time."
"I learned about poisons, tracking, scouting and archery."
"Boring." It wouldn't surprise him to find that's all Howe actually did do.
"I also learned the fastest route out of Kirkwall when the Chantry is chasing you."