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The night of the eighth of Kingsway in Zann's eighteenth year, she sneaks out of her room and knocks on the door of Metella's quarters. And knocks again. And keeps knocking until the door is opened.

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"What is it?"

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"It's an absolute fucking emergency is what it is, let me in so I can tell you about it without shouting it up and down the damn mages' quarters!" Zann whispers through gritted teeth.

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"Okay, come in," she says, pulling the door wider.

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Zann slides her way in and perches on a chair. (She is not wearing shoes. She does not wear shoes. She perches on things, shoes interfere with that.) She casts a rune of silence on the floor so nobody can listen in as she listens in to pretty much everything.

"Greagoir thinks I'm a blood mage and they're going to kill me or Tranquilize me and I'd rather the former than the latter so if you can't do anything about it I'd like you to break my neck before they can make their decision," she babbles without preamble.
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"...I think I can probably come up with a better solution than that," she says. "Why do they think you're a blood mage? Do they have any evidence besides your charming personality, I mean?"

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"They may have seen me practicing magic... near some blood. Possibly using some blood. Blood magic. Using blood magic. Mistakes were made. Metella, please help me, I have made fucking terrible decisions."
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Metella sighs.

"All right. How would you like to join the Grey Wardens?"
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"That's an option? Hell yes I want to join the Grey Wardens, where's the nearest outpost and how am I going to get out of the tower to get there? Are you going to fling me like a catapult?"

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"There's a Warden in the guest quarters right now, recruiting. I was with her all day yesterday helping to interview potential recruits."

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"What the fuck! Why wasn't I informed of this? I've literally wanted to be a Warden since I was four fucking years old! What the fuck!"
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"The Templars were the ones deciding who she got to meet."

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"Metella, will you hold it against me if I sacrifice my opportunity to join the wardens to instead boil the blood in Greagoir's veins while he sleeps?"
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"Yes. Instead, you should wait in my room with me until early tomorrow morning, and then I should go wake Jahenna up and tell her that I've found her a candidate she'll like and she should use the Right of Conscription immediately if she doesn't want them making you Tranquil first."

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"Can I then boil the blood in Greagoir's veins, though?"

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"I would like to inherit a tower and not a smoking ruin when Irving retires, please. Do not kill Greagoir."

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"Fine. But only because you've just turned my worst nightmare into my lifelong dream apparently without even trying. I feel like that gets you one midsize favor. And a hug,"

Zann elects to redeem the hug immediately.
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Hug!

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Hug eventually ceases.

"Well, uh, if you've been working all day I should probably let you get to sleep. And I should probably sleep too, if we're going to be accosting a Warden. Standard sleepover arrangement?" she asks, as she sets up the standard sleepover arrangement. (The arrangement consists of taking one pillow and one blanket from Metella's bed and using the former as a hugging apparatus and the latter as a sleeping bag and makeshift pillow. Zann has odd sleep habits.)
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"Yeah. I'll wake you up when it's time." Metella has an exact internal clock and can wake up whenever she pleases.

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Zann, much like a cat, can sleep more or less indefinitely! She would not trade this ability for Metella's internal clock for all the world.

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Metella goes to sleep.





She wakes Zann up just before dawn.
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"Hi! Is it time?"

(The other part of Zann's sleeping abilities is a complete immunity to morning fuzziness. She is well aware that many others would kill for this.)
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"Yes. Come on."

And she leads Zann to the Grey Warden's guest room, and deactivates the glyph on the door, and knocks politely.
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"Fuck off!"

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"I brought you a recruit," says Metella. "She's very good. You'll like her. And you need to take her right away because otherwise they're going to make her Tranquil, which I imagine would dent her effectiveness as a Grey Warden."

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