The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"Of course. I'm not going to let some bandits hurt my friends! What kind of person would I be if I just let people go around threatening innocent children with weapons? Or worse, if I condoned it?"

[Varric]

Careful there Marian. That's right to the edge- good there, but go much further and it becomes heavy-handed (gonna be great one day). Smirking, Varric just shrugs a little as if to say he has nothing else to add on the matter. Blocked by his body, he gestures to Helene, hoping ne takes that as a cue to whip out some law or even scripture. Good bit of word mobbing is just the thing after a shaming. 

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene blinks. "This one has offered to cast the Truthing, but this one's offer was declined. May this one offer to simulcast? It shall provide assurances on both sides that the truth has been spoken." 

[NPCs]

"That seems perfectly reasonable, Seeker..?"

"Seeker Helene-Who-Was-Dakesh!" The fan-girl wizard hisses loudly. "Possibly the foremost non-elven scholar of ancient tribal elf culture in the entire Outlands."

[Varric]

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Varric drawls lazily. "The possibly isn't needed at all, ne is one of the best scholars in the Outlands period. I have to admit that I've not read a better analysis of dwarven family dynamics, dwarven author or otherwise, than nir work."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene blushes faintly. "This one is truly honored, but surely there are far better scholars than this one. This one merely strives to do this one's mentor proud."

[NPCs]

"I- fine. But the four accused must be disarmed, bound and guarded," Elder Jorim insists. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I will agree to be disarmed and guarded but not bound," Lightsong counters.

[NPCs]

Jorim frowns. "...you do not match the description given," he says curtly. "It is the four dark-haired females present that are the accused."

[Marian Hawke]

"Four?" Marian counts -- she points to herself, then Carol, then Beth, then frowns at Shiori, tilting her head. 

[NPCs]

Elder Jorim scowls. "You and the three over there with the boy, yes," he says with overdone patience, the scorn clear.

[Bethany]

Beth blinks, then turns her head to stare at Merrill. "Wait, what the fuck?"

[Marian Hawke]

"The--"

Marian blinks, then bursts out laughing. "That's fucking precious. Merrill, come over here, let them see you proper."

[Carver Amell]

Carol jumps to her feet. "You leave her be, she's been through enough."

[NPCs]

Elder Jorim frowns at Marian, confused and offended in equal measure.  "What are you babbling about?"