The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shakes her head. "It's fine. I'm fine. Oh, I'm hiring her. dunno what for yet, or how I'm gonna pay her, but I'm gonna make this shit happen. Probably to mind the puppy."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"You..." The aasimar's eyes harden. "It's that bad?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shrugs a shoulder. "Depends on your definition. She's homeless. We have spare cash. She has skills. It seems we can make something work."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"And she is willing to leave everything here and travel with us, complete strangers? Because that speaks volumes of the life she has here..."

[Marian Hawke]

"Life." Marian snorts. "She's like me, Haliel. A cast-off. We gotta look out for each other, us bastards. I'm nearly grown, she's of age -- if it weren't for Varric I'd be in her shoes in a month."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"You mean being cared for and supported by those that care about you?" Lightsong smiles warmly, pride and love in her eyes. "Go. Talk to Mister Varric and Seeker Helene. , work things out. Cry a little if you need to. I'll go make friends."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian rolls her eyes, but as she turns away, she smiles, just a little. It's easy to forget how much things have changed. 


She busies herself in her tent for a few minutes, then runs the ribbon back out to the stream. When she finds Varric, therefore, her eyes are just a bit puffy, her muscles a bit tense, but not as bad as they were. 

"Right, so. I can make basic supplies now, alchemical ones -- any chance you'll pay me to do it? Save you some time?"

[Varric]

Varric looks at her for a bare second, then sighs. "We're adopting an elf, aren't we?" he says, a smile not entirely suppressed. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Nope, not in the least. I'm hiring a new dog walker. Only I need cash to do it with."

[Varric]

Or I could just pay her but sure. "I'll talk with Seeker about wages and so forth- ne does pay you right?- but we should be able to afford that just fine." He brightens a little. "I wonder if she can cook? Also, do we have a name yet for her?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I don't get paid for being an apprentice -- room and board and training, that's all. She didn't give her name but she mentioned doing chores, so I assume she can cook at least a bit."

[Varric]

"What? But- sodding Alydrans," he grumbles. "You should be getting at least a scribe's half wages."

[Marian Hawke]

"If I was her assistant maybe, but not for an apprentice. The training balances out the wages."

[Varric]

"Eh, depends on the ethics and system in place. At your stage of training, you should be making a modest wage to help you get ready to step out on your own." A beat, then he sighs. "Which... makes sense. Seeks is probably hoping you won't be leaving. Or possibly has simply forgotten how much time has passed. Some long-lived can be really bad about that sort of thing."

[Marian Hawke]

"To be fair, she was helping me get published so I'd have some credits under my belt before I left the nest," adds Marian. "But that's all shot now. Anyway. The girl's homeless, no family either, so she's amenable to travelling with us if we need work done."