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9/31 - REDCLIFFE CASTLE
“I don’t see the point of trying to save Ferelden if it is to condemn the kingdom by putting Alistair at its head.”
“I am sure he will make a good king.”
"According to what? Humans choose their king by their blood, it makes no sense. Arishoks are chosen for their merit. Alistair has done nothing to prove his worth in running a country. We should leave the Queen in her place.”
“The giant is right. Alistair is a newborn nug with no hair on his chest. He will be eaten alive.”
“But don’t you think Alistair is worthy? He is already fighting to save his people, he has a good heart, a great sense of justice…”
"Having a good heart is not a quality to lead a country. A king is a symbol of power. Empower that fool and he wouldn’t know what to do with it. He wasn’t even able to lead that group, so an entire nation…”
"I find the perspective interesting, it would leave me a way out after our adventures. A king would need the services of a good assassin.”
“Yes to rid the world of its parasitic presence…”
“A good assassin Zevran. Which leaves you no chance.”
“So much cruelty in such a pretty mouth… If you choose to sing his praises, my dear, I hope you will be less harsh on him than you are on me.”
One thing was certain, the news had left no one indifferent within the group. Barely recovered from his coma, Arl Eamon had suggested that in order to remove Loghain from power and allow the humans to rally under one banner, they would have to place Alistair on the throne of his late father and brother.
The babbling of the group was interrupted by a thud of solid wood. Everyone turned to Ymlaïs whose fist still stuck to the door was trembling with restrained anger.
A silence fell on the group when everyone realized what it meant for the elf.
With a raging roar, she went out slamming the door behind her.