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I'm aware that this is about to sound terribly dramatic, but. [ But she's paused a moment, debating cutting the feed entirely. She's been too reclusive, however, and this is as good a way as any to try and connect to her fellow passengers, isn't it? ]

I've spent my whole life in exodus. It's as if my life is split into chapters, and each one ends with having to flee the place I'd been calling home. Being stuck somewhere isn't something I'm accustomed to.

[ Which brings us to the point: ] How do you all stand it? I'm discovering that I'm terrible at keeping busy without wilderness to go tromping through, noble children to drag home, or a city guard to assist. Does anyone need anything fetched? I might actually be desperate enough to play messenger and courier for someone. I can only do target practice so much before even that gets dull.

[ There's a heavy sigh. Hawke doesn't like this one bit. ]

Which reminds me, I don't suppose there's anyone around here who knows how to make arrows?

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I don't need anything, but... exactly how many noble children have you dragged home?

[Because if Anna ever shows up, this woman may be a useful acquaintance.]

More than you might expect. Not that I can precisely blame them for wanting to leave Kirkwall, but there's a right way to do that. Fleeing into the wilderness to be killed by wild animals, darkspawn, blood mages, or Qunari is not it.

[ Just sayin'. ]

What's Kirkwall like?

[She can understand the impulse to flee into the wilderness, although she'd never describe herself as in need of rescue. But she's also a special case. Someone coddled and defenseless might be in real trouble just against wild animals, even without... well, she doesn't know the specifics of what blood mages or darkspawn are, but they don't sound good.]

A large city-state, just teeming with all different sorts of people. "Stifling" might be a good word for it. The place is - was run by Templars. The tighter they closed their grip on the city, the worse things got.

[ Rebellion is an ugly thing. Sometimes completely necessary, but it's not easy on anyone. ]

I kind of know how to make arrows.

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[She wouldn't have called the regime she originally intended "repressive," and her father, with his good nature and good intentions, would not intentionally have oppressed the populace. But they had each planned to keep Arendelle closed, and she remembers how stifled and miserable she felt, and how much all of it was driven by fear.]

I can certainly understand wanting to escape that kind of place. Why did they keep such a tight grip on it?

I know how to make arrows. Papa taught me when I was younger.

It's an acquired taste. Much like Oghren's special brew. ( there is some amusement to her tone, though it is quick to fade. ) I read often, in Kinloch Hold. When that tired me, well. I tended to get into trouble. Not so badly as some of my fellow apprentices, mind you. I never landed myself in solitary confinement.

( what kind of relative would she be if she didn't offer to help somehow? )

I'd advise against playing errand-girl. It sounds like you know why. ( another thing they have in common, apparently! ) I've found the gardens here to be a refuge. There may be no dragons to slay here, but we can arrange ourselves some target practice.

( in her case, she'll just use nature or ice elemental spells. she's responsible, ofc. )

It's hard to sit still when you've always been busy.

... and perhaps, but crossbow is what I am used to.

Fetch me something to eat.

Used to simply find distractions. Keep busy. Work.

Now, not so sure how to stand it all anymore. [Not since the recon. The corridors, the hallways -- the white light.]

I spent what I remember of my life stuck in one place. Spent most of the time trying to escape. Here, I work in the gardens.

The ship doesn't run itself. Any of the departments would be glad for extra help. Given your mention of target practice and dragging noble children home, Security or Gunnery would likely be the best fit.

It is, shall we call it, a different pace.

[And different is putting it mildly.]

I would suggest employment- likely the Security department would be hiring.

Paranoia, largely.

[ That's a terribly flippant way of putting it, but not entirely inaccurate. ]

Somewhat justified paranoia, but that's still not a good reason to persecute anyone in my opinion.

Kind of is better than I can manage. I've only ever purchased them. I can maintain my weapon, and I know what materials are required to make one, but I've never had to fashion one myself.

That was a useful skill for him to pass on. I'm afraid my father and I didn't share the same talents.

It really must run in our blood. I am so proud of you right now.

Errand girl is what I do best! Or so my reputation tends to lead others to believe. I do enjoy the gardens, perhaps even because of its lack of dragons. [ Her tone perks up at her offer. ] I should like to join you for practice. I'd like to see you work.

So I'm discovering. I thought I'd enjoy the lack of hustle and bustle.

I've never used one of those. Do you actually have one aboard this ship? I'd like to see it.

I've been told there are oversized rodents in some of the corridors. I'll go hunting.

I know I haven't been here nearly as long, but I think I understand what you mean. This place is not kind to any of us.

For once, I'm sorry I am not alone in this.

From one prison to another then? I am truly sorry.

Do you enjoy the work at least?

Apt suggestions, I'm sure.

[ It's not that Hawke is lazy or anything, but she's disinclined to fall back into her old line of work. But when you've got a certain set of skills, and limited applications... ]

Is there much call for Gunnery in this place?

So it seems.

What about you? Where have you decided you belong here?

Finally I understand why they say it's thicker than water! I'd always wondered. I believe I'm honoured.

And mine! Though there is an entire thaig full of dwarves with their knickers in a twist who might disagree. I enjoy the gardens for precisely that reason, myself.

( her own tone lightens, heartened by the acceptance of her offer. ) Perfect. There is an open field of grass on the third level we might use.

I even have an effigy fashioned to use as a target.

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