Bringing the light. Shadow Dragon and commander of the Veilguard An independent portrayal of DA: TV's Rook by #RabidSmolThing
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Rook arched a brow a she lifted a forkful of roasted fish into her mouth, snickering a little. Swallowing the bite, she shook her head, looking at her dining companion with an amused expression.
"You haven't even seen me in action.... But since there's no one to tell you +
"I see... Most of these scars come from hunting demons and blood mages, if you must know. Well, the newer ones anyway..."
She paused as her food was brought to the table, keeping the bartender from leaving long enough to place another drink order for herself and +
"That a problem for you?" she asks, a little defensively. She knows outside of her homeland of Tevinter, magic still has some stigma. More than that, she knows that most outsiders are taught that all the mages of Tevinter are more than willing to make blood sacrifices for +
"Call me Rook."
She flashed a smile as she leaned back in her chair.
"Didn't think I'd stand out a much as I clearly did here...."
"Not at all," she replied, her accent giving her voice a lilting tone. "Thanks for the drink. Figured I might as well get your name before you head out."
A keen eye. She was a soldier at one point, and continues fighting for her homeland in less official capacity currently. Warrior, though, not so much.
She is very much a mage. A war mage, but still a mage.
She'll wave him over, but she won't go so far as to get up when she has food coming. A hand lifts, hovering in a wave before calloused fingers with scarred knuckles raked through crimson tresses. She hopes he gets the message and stops by to talk, but she won't+
She's honestly the same way. She prefers when people seek her attention rather than seeking it out herself. That said, if the other catches her attention as well, she might be more agreeable in the interaction.
Or if they buy her a drink.
Huh...
Well, so much for blending in...
She took the drink, frost creeping across the glass surface as she held it. Once the liquid within was chilled to her liking, she tossed it back. Lifting the now empty glass in a belated salute to the sender, +
Rook set her staff beside the chair she sank into, resting her head in her hands for a moment before perusing the menu. She was as starving as she was in need of a stiff drink, fighting demons and cultists and Darkspawn was draining work after all. Choosing a whiskey and one +
+ of the smaller dining options, she set her menu down and tried to relax while she waited for the bartender.
Relaxing wasn't easy for her on a good day, let alone after one like today. And that 饾樃饾槩饾槾 why she was at this tavern after all. But the wait for the bottle +
馃悕Gonna be resetting this account. Reworking this incarnation of Rook, especially her personality, so will need to restart from scratch on interactions. So uh...
Like this for an interaction while I attempt to get screenshots for a new pinned and all that.
@MercenaryOfMako
It had been another living nightmare of a day for Rook, and she was in need of a drink. Rather than disturb her team with her troubles, the Veilguard's commander decided to venture out of the Lighthouse for her liquor tonight, braving the Crossroads in +