[For all that she fits in with the fanfare and the medieval hubbub, Neria Surana looks more like an adventurer or wanderer than anything refined like the people in the court. Still, she walks with an air of confidence and authority, staff strapped to her back with lengths of leather, taking in the sights with caution and more than a healthy dose of skepticism. Whatever's told to her by the court or the fairies gets a small nod (yes, thank you, I'll keep that in mind) and little else, though she seems ill at ease and not inclined to linger long amongst the crowd.
She's even deigning not to eat or drink. She's been to a court before, has even led troops in her young years, and she knows how these nobles work: you say one wrong thing and you're liable to be sipping on poison.
Instead, she goes outside to wander the grounds as night begins to fall. And when she thinks others aren't looking, the elf lifts a hand to summon a simple spell wisp, the light it brings casting a faint white glow enough to light her way.]
There, much better. Maker's breath, but it's too crowded in there.
The Warden (Surana) | Dragon Age: Origins | 3 (sort of 1)
She's even deigning not to eat or drink. She's been to a court before, has even led troops in her young years, and she knows how these nobles work: you say one wrong thing and you're liable to be sipping on poison.
Instead, she goes outside to wander the grounds as night begins to fall. And when she thinks others aren't looking, the elf lifts a hand to summon a simple spell wisp, the light it brings casting a faint white glow enough to light her way.]
There, much better. Maker's breath, but it's too crowded in there.