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* Cassandra: What is the matter with you?
* Blackwall: You mean me?
* Cassandra: You’re favouring your right arm.
* Blackwall: It’s just a slight sprain, should be fine by tomorrow. I…appreciate your concern.
* Cassandra: You are still a part of the Inquisition, and you continue without complaint. So long as you serve, I would not see you injured.
* Blackwall: Thank you, Seeker Cassandra. ───────
* Blackwall: Love suits you Cassandra.
* Cassandra: What are you talking about?
* Blackwall: You seem to be smiling a great deal more than usual, or am I mistaken?
* Cassandra: Evidently.
* Blackwall: And the sidelong glances at the Inquisitor?
* Cassandra: You’re seeing things.
* Blackwall: The humming?
* Cassandra: I do not hum.
* Blackwall: Then apparently I should better protect my head. ───────
* Cassandra: I see the Inquisitor kept you around. I would not have were it up to me.
* Blackwall: Such spite is beneath you Cassandra.
* Cassandra: Is it? What do you know of me? Even less than we know of you.
* Blackwall: I…wasn’t…
* Cassandra: You have no right to determine what is beneath me. Not now not ever.
* Inquisitor: That’s enough Cassandra!
* Cassandra: As you wish. I was going to pursue it no further.
* Inquisitor: Leave it be Blackwall. There’s no point.
* Blackwall: I…Of course. You’re right.
* Inquisitor: The way you two bicker is quite funny.
* Cassandra: It isn’t meant to be. And it ends here.
* Blackwall: As you wish, Seeker. ───────
* Blackwall: I’m sorry about your apprentice.
* Cassandra: Former apprentice. Daniel completed his training with me years ago.
* Blackwall: It must be difficult to-
* Cassandra: What makes you think I would welcome your pity?
* Blackwall: I don’t, and I didn’t know him, but it seems we lost a good Seeker.
* Cassandra: I…you are right. He was a good man, thank you. ───────
* Cassandra: Daniel had raw skill; everyone could see it (laughs). He knew it himself.
* Blackwall: Quite a handful then.
* Cassandra: You would think so, but no, he was attentive, to the point of irritation at times. He was under the impression that I had something to teach him.
* Blackwall: Sounds like a fine young man.
* Cassandra: He was. ───────
* Cassandra: Alistair speaks highly of you Blackwall.
* Blackwall: He does? We just met.
* Cassandra: You knew his mentor, Duncan?
* Blackwall: Right.
* Cassandra: What was he like?
* Blackwall: Well…Alistair’s a good man, he helped end the Blight, and Duncan’s the sort even he would look up to. ───────
* Cassandra: I should ask Mother Giselle to hold a service for Alistair/Loghain. We must honour his courage, and his sacrifice.
* Cassandra: You should attend Blackwall.
* Blackwall: Why do you want me there?
* Cassandra: You pretended to be a Warden long enough. You should pay respect to one who actually served.
* Cassandra: Would you join us Blackwall? One of his own should attend.
* Blackwall: You knew him as well as I did Cassandra…but I will pay my respects. ───────
* Cassandra: Stroud shares your reserved nature, Blackwall. It must be a common trait among Wardens.
* Blackwall: You find me reserved?
* Cassandra: At times.
* Blackwall: I was aiming for aloof.
* Cassandra: Keep trying. I’m certain you’ll get there. ───────
* Blackwall: The other day, did I see you punch a tree? What did it ever do to you?
* Cassandra: Plenty.
* Blackwall: I see…
* Cassandra: Uh, I, suffered from hay fever when I was small. My brother joked I should punch a tree in retaliation, so I did, and the sneezing stopped. I’ve done it ever since.
* Blackwall: The direct approach (Chuckles), I like it. ───────
* Cassandra: I cannot place your fighting style, and I have studied the martial arts for years.
* Blackwall: It’s… from everywhere. I traveled a lot in my youth. ───────
* Cassandra: How do you stand the Skyhold stables?
* Blackwall: They’re quiet. I like having time to myself.
* Cassandra: I can’t imagine finding "quiet time" in that stench.
* Blackwall: They’re only horses.
* Cassandra: They’re not horses. They’re dung monsters with hooves and tails. ───────
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