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[saam]

"He breathes the Qun. Friends are a distraction." She takes a bit more pastry herself, clearly enjoying it despite the heavy conversation. "I meant, how much does he know about you, how much do you know about him? I'm still trying to decide if he's a liability."

[sulahnan]

Oh, right. Of course. But damn if that doesn't sound so sad. No friends, only Qun? Yeesh.

"Uhhh he knows my name, the work I did in Rivain before Kont-aar, the work with him in Kont-aar, and that I came back to Kirkwall after that. If I'm not the reason he's here then he probably doesn't even know I'm with Riftwatch now." As far as she knows, he never listened to her when she talked about anything other than the mission, either, so the likelihood that he remembers anything specific about her personally is slim. What she remembers about him, however...

"As for him, I know his rank, name, mission details from Kont-aar, and that he's difficult. Serious. Quick to anger. Nothing compromising to the Qun, really. Just how to push his buttons and get a reaction."

[saam]

She shrugs. "Compromising to the Qun, I'm compromising to the Qun. If he had any authority to do shitall, we'd've had to fight to the fucking death for him trying to drag me back. I mean, is he gonna be dangerous to Riftwatch, being here, headbutting people. He's a fucking wall."

[sulahnan]

This, she affords a few moments of thought. "No," she says finally, but hedges a little. "I don't think so. He follows orders."

[saam]

She nods, slow. "If you ever think that's going to change..." A frown. "You need to let me know. He's not my responsibility, but it'll still be on my head."

A roll of her eyes. She knows how this goes.