The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Yes, of course. I can speak with Ray Soloum. He works with treating and helping ex-slaves. Dealing with their traumas and helping them readjust to freedom. If anyone would sympathize with... with why Mister Varric did as he did in order to gain his freedom, it would be him.'' Lightsong hesitates for a moment then, looking at Marian with some worry. ''But are you sure you'll be okay by yourself? I mean, somewhat by yourself. I still plan to visit of course. And you can visit. But...''

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes, of course," says Marian quickly. "I'll be fine."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong narrows her eyes, frowning slightly. ''I think I should take them to my dorm now, talk to Ray Soloum, then come back. Just in case.''

[Marian Hawke]

Marian winces. "I... wasn't planning to stay here, to be honest. I was going to bunk with, um, some old classmates of mine. Keep a low profile."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong frowns. ''I see little reason for that... after today, Mister Varric and Seeker Helene will be given quarters and you can stay at my dorm.'' She pauses, blushing. ''S-sorry, I didn't mean to... Of course you can make your own arrangements, I just...'' How close to them can you be, if you were so alone before?

[Marian Hawke]

"I... I think it'll be safer with my classmates, but, I appreciate the offer, really. I'll stop by tomorrow to let you know for sure I found someplace?"

[Varric]

Lightsong nods, still embarrassed. ''Great. So... Should we head out now or you need a some time to pack?'' Varric glances at Helene.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene swallows. "Th-this one will pack."

"I'll help," adds Marian, and they set about doing so. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Deciding that a group might be a bit harder to stay out of trouble, Lightsong ends up taking the two possibly fugitives to her dorm to wait while she tracks down Ray Soloum. She has met him, but has not worked with him personally, so she elects to take a fairly formal approach and asks for an audience as soon as he can make the time for an urgent matter. As such, it's a little past lunch when she knocks on his office door. She has changed into her full plate, wishing to give the conversation the tone of action rather than worship. Mentally rehearsing her approach, she waits for the merikos elf to answer.

[GamesMaster]

Ray Soloum is an older man, one who ought to be retiring soon -- but one who refuses to do so, though he has agreed to step down the frequency of his errantry in favor of teaching and healing. He's had his office for nigh on fifty years, but you wouldn't know to look at it; the room is stark, the only decorations a collection of holy symbols  on the walls. There are no awards or accolades, only holy symbols he's found on various adventures over the decades, each one a treasure he keeps in good condition.

The elf steps aside, letting her in with a nod and a warm smile. "Ray Lightsong, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He keeps his office door open, of course -- male Rays often do, to avoid the appearance of impropriety with the young, beautiful aasimar.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong, for her part, has only ever wondered why people seem to value the privacy of her conversations less than other trainees. But, like always, simply assumes they forgot. Maybe it's because they're nervous? ''Grave business, I am afraid. I should perhaps have gone to Ray Melius on the matter,'' Lightsong allows, referring to her current primary teacher, ''but it relates... Well, perhaps not relates, but your particular field of expertise seemed that it might be relevant.''

[GamesMaster]

"Is that right," he says softly, his eyes glancing to the glaive resting in the corner. Errantry again, it seems. "Have a seat, tell me about it," he orders, before softening it with a "Please."

[Haliel Lightsong]

''I...'' Lightsong pauses, then firms her resolve.  I hate to hold things back, it feels too close to lying but... ''I recently met a pair of... refugees, of sorts. They were being held by a group who were using pain and restrictions to make them compliant to their- the group's- desired behavior. Beatings, pain magic, imprisonment, slaps, and other such actions were all used to attempt to- Mercy and Hope, Ray Soloum, it sounded like nothing less than one of the Pain Lord's designs. They were trying to break them down in order to... to control them.'' Which, on second thought, adds a certain degree of That Bitch's touch to the matter.

[GamesMaster]

His eyes harden with anger, but he hesitates a moment. She can see the clear reluctance on his face, but after a moment, he says, "Where were they being held?"

It's clear the question pains him, but it's also clear he's honor-bound to ask. It makes sense; in a city such as Draslina, it galls many paladins, but the law is the law. If they were being held in a Dark District, he's not allowed to rush in and disband the place they were being held.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong winces, knowing that answering might well allow him to guess who exactly she is calling 'refuges of a sort' if he's up on the latest news from Nebula Cognis. On the other hand... she can't very well just lie to him. ''Ah, well, a Twilight District actually. It... it was calling itself a... medical facility but has been infected if you will by malicious agents.''