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Jahenna feels that it's just fucking typical that the Blight would start just as she was getting to the good part of her book.
Obviously, as a Grey Warden, she's expected to blah blah recruit some young morons to get killed by either the Darkspawn or the Joining or the fact that they're Wardens and Wardens are marked for death. Whoopee. Duncan owes her big for this. She's back in the fucking Circle tower, she swore she'd never come here again even if they tried to drag her back with wild horses.
Greagoir is there. Fucking typical. And he's got his husband with him. "Hello, Greagoir," she grits out as she dismounts. "Hello, Irving."
"Hello, Jahenna," smiles Greagoir genially. "I assume you're not here to rejoin our ranks?"
She spits on the ground. "Very funny, you worthless creep. I'm here to recruit mages for the Wardens. There's a Blight on, in case you hadn't heard for some reason. Speaking of which, how's the weather up your own ass?"
Okay, there are aspects of being a Warden that she likes. Such as having carte blanche to tell people to go fuck themselves.
a-sword-just-for-you
iwillgetyou
Metella apparently has infinite patience, because she doesn't get fed up with the mages and she doesn't get fed up with Jahenna's mockery. She is equally polite and practical with the thirtieth mage as with the first.
a-sword-just-for-you
"I admire your ability to not hate absolutely everyone in this tower," grumps Jahenna. "That last boy, Andraste's sainted tits. 'Oh, no, I'm afraid I can't save the world from the fucking Blight, I don't like sleeping on anything that isn't made of Orlesian silk.' What an utter cock."
a-sword-just-for-you
"Well, thanks for not being terrible like your peers. D'you know where my room is? I want to eat and then sleep and not be bothered by any of those idiots for a good twelve hours. I may have you put a glyph of repulsion on my door."
iwillgetyou
Metella shows her to a reasonably comfortable - although very small; space is tight in the tower - guest room.
a-sword-just-for-you
Jahenna has been sleeping in a tent for the past week! The mere fact of a bed is glory.
"Thank you. And I was not kidding about that repulsion glyph. Could you do that, please. I want anyone who tries to wake me up to have to go to significant trouble to do so."
"Thank you. And I was not kidding about that repulsion glyph. Could you do that, please. I want anyone who tries to wake me up to have to go to significant trouble to do so."
a-sword-just-for-you
"Bah, I was hoping you could just cast it on the door and have done. Whatever."
Jahenna begins the process of removing her very shiny armor. Fucking armor. Fuck armor. Fuck fucking armor.
Jahenna begins the process of removing her very shiny armor. Fucking armor. Fuck armor. Fuck fucking armor.
iwillgetyou
"I have a 'do not disturb' glyph that I put on my own door when I want to be left alone. It lasts until the next time the door is opened from the inside. I can put it on yours on my way out. Will that suit you, and do you need anything else?"
a-sword-just-for-you
"Oh, sure. I was hoping anyone trying to wake me would be physically thrown into the opposite wall, but a polite sign is an acceptable substitute. Nothing else, thank you, you've been a dear."
iwillgetyou
"You're welcome."
Out she goes, putting up the 'do not disturb' glyph once the door is closed. (It doesn't throw people into walls, but it does provide a very obvious and visible magical seal over the door, and it prevents anything getting within a few inches of the door from the outside.)
And then she goes to bed herself.
Out she goes, putting up the 'do not disturb' glyph once the door is closed. (It doesn't throw people into walls, but it does provide a very obvious and visible magical seal over the door, and it prevents anything getting within a few inches of the door from the outside.)
And then she goes to bed herself.
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