inquartata02 wrote...
Does Lenya even know what subtle means?
Heh, not sure about that.
Although she wants to appear that she don't care, she is very emotional ...especially about people she cares for...or hates. So often it is RAAAAWR, SLICE SLICE, TALK LATER when hating someone.
But then again has she moments where she sweetly smiles at Harrowmont and calmly tells him that she wants weapon and armor for all of her companions and herself because otherwise she won't go into the DR.
Snippet from chapter 29
[...]"I'm most glad to hear that, Warden. And be certain that I will do my best to ensure that you have all the equipment needed to secure the success of this dangerous mission."
"Good," Lenya breathed, bringing forth a long piece of parchment. "This brings me to my conditions."
"C-conditions?" Harrowmont repeated and blinked, rather confused.
Oh Lenya. Typical. Alistair had to suppress a grin. Somehow he had surmised that there was a catch to her sudden willingness.
The Dalish let out a small sound of annoyance, drumming her fingers against the paper. "Yeeees, coooonditiiiions," she echoed slowly, as if he was dumb. "I'm the one going down there in this darkspawn invested ****-hole, while you are sitting with your ass in your nice, cozy study. You are waiting for me to do the dirty work you and your men are too stupid to do, so that you can become king in the end." Lenya closed her speech with a sweet smile, peering innocently at the flabbergasted dwarf.
Behind the elf, Morrigan burst into a laughter. As Leliana threw her an irritated glance for that, the witch only shrugged. "What? 'Tis true, after all."
"So now It is blackmailing midgets rather than the other way around? Fun," Shale stated and added after a second more excitedly. "Do we crush its head if It not agrees to it?"
"No!" Alistair exclaimed and all pair of eyes darted to him. He cleared his throat. "I mean we neither blackmail someone, nor do we crush their heads."
"Boring clown-knight," Shale grumbled and turned to leave for the main hall. For the golem the discussion was over, since Alistair killed all the entertaining possibilities.
"I must advise you to rethink your tone in front of me, Warden," the dwarven lord exhorted her after overcoming his state of shock.
"I can't remember being impolite, Harrowmont. I was just stating the obvious," Lenya replied calmly. "You want me to go down into the Deep Roads to find your paragon to support you for the throne. One that is most likely dead by now. So the least thing I can expect then, is that you are fulfilling my conditions for our support."
Alistair watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and horror. Maker, that woman was even scarier when she was all composed...and logical. [...]
Though I admit...those moments are rather rare,lol. But she is young, all but dumb... and still learning.
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