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The cave I lead the elves to eventually became a home. We almost became like a Dalish tribe tucked away in the wood of the Hinterlands. I earned my place through my knowledge of the game itself and my ability to hunt and gather.
"I must admit... Your condition is a little odd." Dhavihal says, he has an education in healing, and finally has made time to look me over. "you're mammalian... But not? It's quite odd. I can tell you're warm blooded but every other aspect of you screams reptile. Or... Or dragon." he says thoughtfully. He pulls at a soft blue scale, the keratin based part of my body that acts as a natural Armour. I have blindspots however patches of my regular olive skin. I still have long, puffy curly hair that is awkward to deal with so I often don't. Which caused Atisha to get mad at me and sit me down and brush it out.
Dhavihal pulls the scale off and moves to the other side of the room as I'm left with my thoughts. Why and how am I here? I'm just a normal girl... Or I was. Now I'm a hunter and protector for these people. Men come out in these forests and try to take out women, our children, nasty bandits with nasty blood.
I definitely prefer my claws when it comes to killing bandits. Dhav breaks me out of my thoughts. "I think I'll need a few days with your scales to fully understand the nature of them. I'll send someone to fetch you when that time comes."
I slide off the bench crafted from some logs we found near our cave and nod. "Thank you.. -" as I say that there is a large tremor, the whole world shakes. I hear screaming outside and I rush as fast as I can.
Everyone is running deeper into the cave, which isn't great. If this is an earthquake we'll all be trapped. But as the elves rush past me I hear screaming. "the sky has opened!"
"it will swallow us all!" and variations of the like.
I walk from the cave and stare wide eyed at the giant rift. "oh.. Oh fuck.. So.. No blight then... Just a massive war to deal with, and demons... Cool cool cool." I say staring up the green light. The rift. Wait... That means Solas... God this is not an appropriate time to be horny.