[ Her head tips slightly, eyes studying him. It is not lost on her that he makes her seem positively open by comparison, as difficult as that would be for some people to believe.
A large part of her appreciates that. Among her former companions there was a tendency toward oversharing, in her opinion, and far too much enthusiasm for either distrusting her or befriending her. But 76 is tighter-lipped than any of them, even somewhat evasive, and another part of her wants to poke and prod until she understands. ]
There are creatures in my world called darkspawn. Tainted, fearsome, indiscriminate in their killing. [ There is a little necessary background if he actually intends to read that. ] Much of the time they are below ground, searching for the Old Gods -- dragons -- that slumber there. When they find one they corrupt it, turning it into what we call an Archdemon and allowing it to lead them in a relentless assault on the surface. These attacks are called Blights. The first and longest lasted nearly two hundred years, only ending with the rise of the Wardens. The most recent was stopped in its infancy, not long before I found myself in Jerusalem.
The Wardens keep their secrets close, sometimes even from their own members, and they conscript exceptional warriors with no care for race, age, specialty. But becoming the most effective enemy of the darkspawn comes with a price. What allows them to sense the presence of darkspawn haunts their dreams and over time bleeds into their waking moments until it becomes a song they cannot resist. The Calling.
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A large part of her appreciates that. Among her former companions there was a tendency toward oversharing, in her opinion, and far too much enthusiasm for either distrusting her or befriending her. But 76 is tighter-lipped than any of them, even somewhat evasive, and another part of her wants to poke and prod until she understands. ]
There are creatures in my world called darkspawn. Tainted, fearsome, indiscriminate in their killing. [ There is a little necessary background if he actually intends to read that. ] Much of the time they are below ground, searching for the Old Gods -- dragons -- that slumber there. When they find one they corrupt it, turning it into what we call an Archdemon and allowing it to lead them in a relentless assault on the surface. These attacks are called Blights. The first and longest lasted nearly two hundred years, only ending with the rise of the Wardens. The most recent was stopped in its infancy, not long before I found myself in Jerusalem.
The Wardens keep their secrets close, sometimes even from their own members, and they conscript exceptional warriors with no care for race, age, specialty. But becoming the most effective enemy of the darkspawn comes with a price. What allows them to sense the presence of darkspawn haunts their dreams and over time bleeds into their waking moments until it becomes a song they cannot resist. The Calling.
[ She points to the book. ]
And that is what afflicts Ser Marjorie.