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KJ: The LandsmeetKallian leaned against the wall as political debates started up. Anora wanted to claim the throne while Eamon claimed Alistair should bare the crown. The elf's gut twisted as the debate wore on.
"Enough!" called out a chantry priest. She walked forward to Eamon and Anora, "This goes nowhere. We shall let the Grey Warden decide."
Kallian froze. Anora, Eamon and the priest looked at her. The nobles did as well, and someone yelled from the back of the room, "What? That knife ears? We'll leave the fact of Feralden to a knife-eared low life?"
She felt anger boil in her gut. Alistair seemed to see it, for he started shaking his head vigorously behind Eamon's back. The elf took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Me? Why would you leave it to me, priest?" she asked with more calm than she felt.
"As a Grey Warden, and not being an idea for the throne, you are meant to remain neutral. Thus we trust your judgement in this matter."
"Neutral my ass!" Kallian looked around. Everyone was st
KJ: Night before the LandsmeetKallian looked over her shoulder after feeling a light tap on it. Zevran watched Alistair, Leliana, and Wynne walk outside before speaking to the Warden.
"You head to the Alienage, no? The blood mage, Fyr? He mentioned something just after Alistair freed you... While I carried him to camp."
Kallian felt something twist in her gut, and she peered suspiciously at the assassin, "What did he say?"
Zevran frowned, "Ah, such a distrustful look! He said to tell you to look in the usual spot, beneath the loose one. I figure you shall know what it means."
Kallian crept into a small hovel that was hidden from the Alienage's view. Dust lay over everything, having been untouched for nearly three years. Dust floated into the air with every step she took. On a shelf sat a matchbox, and she took it to light a small lamp. Shadows danced throughout the small hovel. Kallian sat down and tapped the floor. A hollow sound echoed from one of the floorboards, and she pulled at it. It took her a bit to
KJ: CapturedKallian groaned. She opened her eyes slowly and found herself focusing on Alistair's bare chest.
"You know," she muttered as she slowly sat up. "The view would be so much better on a bed and not in a cell."
Alistair gave her a wry smile, "Good to see the knock on your head didn't do anything to your personality." His face turned more serious. "Are you alright?"
The elf nodded and then shook herself. She looked around and patted her hair.
"Idiots don't even know the first rule of the Alienage Elves. Come on, we have to get out of here and back to everyone else."
"They took everything we have, Kal. What's your plan for getting us out of here?"
"Easy!" The elf gave him a cocky grin, "We walk out. Now, wait by the door, you can punch harder than I can."
She pulled a thin hair clip from her ponytail, ignoring the strands of hair that fell to the side of her face. She worked quickly on the lock, and had it open within a minute. She tapped the door open, than dove behind Alistair.
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