*gazes silently over the room stroking his goatee in his thoughts and looks at the High Priest. He sees how the elven girl and the HP look at each other, how she gently touches him but hides it as a accident. He observes how HP eyes over her when she leaves. He registers this somewhere in his mind, just in case...*
*the encounter stirs something deep inside him and for a moment he wanders of into his old and painful memories...*
*"I made this for you" she says with a soft voice, showing a necklace made of sea shells and crystal stones, threaded on a brown string in her delicate hand. With a shy look she looks at him. Her crystal blue eyes, covered partially with her long blond and slightly curly hair, look deep into his eyes. The world could explode around them, qunari or darkspawn could destroy everything but the only thing he could see is her eyes. She wears a plain robe, like all the slaves working in the kitchen, but somehow it is the most beautiful cloth he has ever seen. World is full of scent as they sit on a flowery field. He reaches out and takes the necklace from her hands. "Thank you my love, I will cherish this forever" he says and leans to her planting a soft and gentle kiss on her lips. Her lips taste like the nectar of the Gods. He puts his arms gently around her delicate shoulders...*
He suddenly recoils from his memories spilling some wine from the crystal glass he was holding. His left hand reaches up and touches something witch is under his robe around his neck. Pain and loss washes over him, and leaves him with a feeling of emptiness and sorrow. He looks at his hands and remembers...*
*"Nooooooo you vile monster!!!" he screams and releases all his magical power from his outstretched hands at his father in a violent burst of energy fueled by his rage and horror, over the scene he has witnessed in this small stone chamber in the cellars of his family tower. He ran as fast as he could to find them when he learned that his father knew about their love and had taken her with him, but he was too late. His father standing there blood in his hands with a cold look in his eyes. And her.. she lies on the stone table surrounded by candles... there is blood... her face is turned to the door as if she waited for him to save her.. she seems to looks at him with accusing broken eyes... even the ancient stone walls of the chamber start to melt in the hellish power raging in the room*
*with a deep gasp of air he pulls himself out of the memories. "it doesn´t help at all, it is in the past now" he mutters to himself wringing his hands together.
*he turns at the High Priest*
"a special service tonight you said? Count me in my good man". *he forces a sunny smile on his face*