[She considers the drink option and just what all they'll have to talk about] This does not seem the type of conversation one should have without drinks at hand.
[She walks briskly to the bar to grab a bottle of wine. Pauses. Considers.
Grabs a second one, and two glasses. Fuck it, she'll carry them up herself]
I have a feeling by the end of this we will want to drain both bottles. [She'd spent enough time here being the only one from Thedas that she truly hadn't thought much of the possibility of others arriving, since no one had before now. She gestures for Neve to follow her]
How well do you know the 'me' of your present? [She has like, two specific questions she needs answered that she actually cares about]
[ There ya go, take all of it. Neve tries (poorly) to hide her little smirk, though she does initially try to help her carry it all. Like, come on, she can at least carry the bottles or something. But she does follow Morrigan as well, no longer distracted by the others milling about. Answers take precedence!
Though, if they'll need two bottles, what she hears is not likely to be of much comfort. ]
Fair enough. And I don't know the 'you' of the present all that well. We were introduced by Lace Harding. [ If nothing else, she thinks that'll potentially assuage Morrigan to know they are allies. ] Lace is working with Rook and I, and while she's spoken highly of you, she's never given details.
[ At least, no details not pertaining to the task at hand, so nothing personal. ]
Though Rook's told me of...some things that I can share when we're in private. [ Things that will definitely require alcohol to process if she doesn't know already. ]
[She lets Neve take a bottle to carry up if she likes, listening carefully. The mention of Harding makes her nod in understanding, and there's the minute relaxation of her shoulders. Harding almost never lets people like, actually know or use her first name, so if Neve knows it and is using it so casually...
Well, not that Morrigan was too worried about Neve trying to turn on her or anything. She was confident enough in her own abilities to not be worried even if she maybe should've been.
There's no further questions until she gets to her door, waving her now-free hand to unward it and push it open. The room itself is rustic and comfortable--dried and drying plants hanging from the ceiling, a small fireplace that Morrigan lights with another wave of her hand.
There's a small table and chairs where Morrigan sets the bottle and the glasses, though she has half a mind to just have them each open their own bottles to drink directly from.]
Have you met anyone else from the Inquisition?
[And also, now that she thinks about it, why does this Rook person apparently know things about her that can only be shared in private??]
sorry for the wait; holiday kicked my butt! appreciate the patience
[ She does, in fact, take a bottle. The silence allows her to actually focus on her surroundings, which hall, which door, but also to gauge just how many rooms this tavern might hold...and how many others might be here as well, stuck like they are. The numbers are sobering, even if they might mostly be empty.
She follows her in, dipping her head in a slight nod. The fire is appreciated; Neve lets out a faint sigh, now that she's fully out of the cold. She sets down the bottle as well, and allows her gaze to roam and take in the room. ]
I've met and worked with Varric Tethras as well. He and Harding came to Minrathous looking for Solas. They helped me with a few things.
[ Like with the Venatori and helping some slaves. Not particularly important in the context she might need. She works at one of the bottles, popping the cork and pouring. ]
I haven't met the Inquisitor personally but Rook's been to see them, to my understanding. And they've been trading letters. I know Lace has been keeping tabs on the Inquisitor and the scouts that remain.
[She nods her thanks, taking her glass once poured, brow furrowing as Neve talks.]
Solas? Why would Solas be in Minrathous of all places? [Hey yeah sorry Neve, Morrigan is from further back than one might think whoopsies. She sips her wine, mind whirling, but really there's only one big question she wants to know about:]
What of my son?
[She assumes Neve might know; if Future!Morrigan was working with them, there's a chance she might've mentioned Kieran. But also a chance she never did, if she was still trying to protect him at the time.]
[ Ah, well, she can at least answer one of those questions. She opts for the easier answer first, if only because she doesn't want to keep Morrigan in the dark. ]
I wasn't aware you had a son. It's not something you or I had spoken of - granted, we haven't spoken for more than a few minutes - but if anyone has that answer...it'd be Harding.
[ Which also means that if Harding never told Neve, it's something she's kept close to her chest. And considering that is a pretty personal subject, she can see why. ]
Sorry, I wish I could tell you more. We only met briefly but you seemed like you had everything well in hand. [ It's not a baseless compliment; it's just an observation, but maybe one that will assure Morrigan that things are likely fine for him. ]
As for Solas... He was in Minrathous using an Eluvian. And freeing slaves. [ Which sounds nice, except -- ] And he was trying to tear down the Veil.
[Her shoulders-- slump, a little, as she sighs. She'd expected as much and knew not to get hopes up, but she nods in understanding. She's sure he's fine, she would never let harm befall him. Ten years is a long time. He's be grown and likely out wandering himself, or maybe with his father because surely they would have found a cure or something.
She tears her thoughts away before she overthinks too much about what she can't do anything about right now.]
Tear down the-- [Morrigan flinches in shock, turning to face Neve fully, expression baffled] Him? Does his love of the Fade go that far? Did he go mad?
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[She walks briskly to the bar to grab a bottle of wine. Pauses. Considers.
Grabs a second one, and two glasses. Fuck it, she'll carry them up herself]
I have a feeling by the end of this we will want to drain both bottles. [She'd spent enough time here being the only one from Thedas that she truly hadn't thought much of the possibility of others arriving, since no one had before now. She gestures for Neve to follow her]
How well do you know the 'me' of your present? [She has like, two specific questions she needs answered that she actually cares about]
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Though, if they'll need two bottles, what she hears is not likely to be of much comfort. ]
Fair enough. And I don't know the 'you' of the present all that well. We were introduced by Lace Harding. [ If nothing else, she thinks that'll potentially assuage Morrigan to know they are allies. ] Lace is working with Rook and I, and while she's spoken highly of you, she's never given details.
[ At least, no details not pertaining to the task at hand, so nothing personal. ]
Though Rook's told me of...some things that I can share when we're in private. [ Things that will definitely require alcohol to process if she doesn't know already. ]
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Well, not that Morrigan was too worried about Neve trying to turn on her or anything. She was confident enough in her own abilities to not be worried even if she maybe should've been.
There's no further questions until she gets to her door, waving her now-free hand to unward it and push it open. The room itself is rustic and comfortable--dried and drying plants hanging from the ceiling, a small fireplace that Morrigan lights with another wave of her hand.
There's a small table and chairs where Morrigan sets the bottle and the glasses, though she has half a mind to just have them each open their own bottles to drink directly from.]
Have you met anyone else from the Inquisition?
[And also, now that she thinks about it, why does this Rook person apparently know things about her that can only be shared in private??]
sorry for the wait; holiday kicked my butt! appreciate the patience
She follows her in, dipping her head in a slight nod. The fire is appreciated; Neve lets out a faint sigh, now that she's fully out of the cold. She sets down the bottle as well, and allows her gaze to roam and take in the room. ]
I've met and worked with Varric Tethras as well. He and Harding came to Minrathous looking for Solas. They helped me with a few things.
[ Like with the Venatori and helping some slaves. Not particularly important in the context she might need. She works at one of the bottles, popping the cork and pouring. ]
I haven't met the Inquisitor personally but Rook's been to see them, to my understanding. And they've been trading letters. I know Lace has been keeping tabs on the Inquisitor and the scouts that remain.
np!
Solas? Why would Solas be in Minrathous of all places? [Hey yeah sorry Neve, Morrigan is from further back than one might think whoopsies. She sips her wine, mind whirling, but really there's only one big question she wants to know about:]
What of my son?
[She assumes Neve might know; if Future!Morrigan was working with them, there's a chance she might've mentioned Kieran. But also a chance she never did, if she was still trying to protect him at the time.]
spoilers at this point
I wasn't aware you had a son. It's not something you or I had spoken of - granted, we haven't spoken for more than a few minutes - but if anyone has that answer...it'd be Harding.
[ Which also means that if Harding never told Neve, it's something she's kept close to her chest. And considering that is a pretty personal subject, she can see why. ]
Sorry, I wish I could tell you more. We only met briefly but you seemed like you had everything well in hand. [ It's not a baseless compliment; it's just an observation, but maybe one that will assure Morrigan that things are likely fine for him. ]
As for Solas... He was in Minrathous using an Eluvian. And freeing slaves. [ Which sounds nice, except -- ] And he was trying to tear down the Veil.
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She tears her thoughts away before she overthinks too much about what she can't do anything about right now.]
Tear down the-- [Morrigan flinches in shock, turning to face Neve fully, expression baffled] Him? Does his love of the Fade go that far? Did he go mad?