A Good Thing
She wanted her gorgeous Vaxus meeting with my Inquisitor, Scarlet Lavellan. I decided to go with Ambassador Vaxus from Ostwick coming to the Exalted Council. And of course Dorian is there, too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
“I forgot to tell you something, Inquisitor.” Leliana says, her ceremonial robes shining under the Orlesian sun. “The ambassador from Ostwick is here as well. You remember him, yes? You never met each other in person, but his letters have always been quite interesting.”
“I do remember him.” Scarlet confirms, a small smile curling her lips, one of the few ones that managed to reach her eyes that day. Her hand and arm hurt terribly and even though seeing all her friends after so much time made her incredibly happy, she feels dizzy, about to pass out anytime.
Still, Messere Trevelyan has always been a good ally, even a pen friend she dares say, and not greeting him now that they have finally the chance to meet would be rude and offensive. Gathering all her physical strength, she wades through the nobles and clergymen and asks her agents where she can find the ambassador from the Free Marches.
He is waiting for her on one of the terraces overlooking the gardens of the Winter Palace. He looks exactly like she imagined him to be: a sturdy Free Marcher, with strong hands and a scarred, jovial face, built like a warrior, but with the kind eyes of a brother. He recognizes her immediately and waves at her with a huge grin that splits his face in two, stretching the scars on his skin.
