"Leliana?" Surprised, he pauses and turns. "Hey, I know that name."
It whisks him back to Thedas, and Ferelden, and passing storytellers recounting deeds done by the Hero of Ferelden and his noble company. There'd been Alistair the bastard-prince-made-Warden, Morrigan the apostate Witch of the Wilds... and Wynne, of course. And another... another that had definitely gone by that name.
'L'. Leliana. Maybe he should start assuming that everyone who comes from Thedas is famous in some fashion or another, it appears to be a pattern.
He's forgotten to answer her question by the time he opens his mouth again. "Are you that Leliana? From the Hero of Ferelden's party? Way to bury the lead."
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It whisks him back to Thedas, and Ferelden, and passing storytellers recounting deeds done by the Hero of Ferelden and his noble company. There'd been Alistair the bastard-prince-made-Warden, Morrigan the apostate Witch of the Wilds... and Wynne, of course. And another... another that had definitely gone by that name.
'L'. Leliana. Maybe he should start assuming that everyone who comes from Thedas is famous in some fashion or another, it appears to be a pattern.
He's forgotten to answer her question by the time he opens his mouth again. "Are you that Leliana? From the Hero of Ferelden's party? Way to bury the lead."