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    “So. You’re the one they call ‘Rook’.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact, but Elan nodded anyway–noting the shift from casual to business. If his spine straightened in response, no one could blame him.

    “Some call me that.” The smile on his face didn’t waver, for all his leg jittered beneath the table with excess energy. If the Inquisitor noticed it, she said nothing. “So. I heard you’re in need of some help?” Not quite a lie–Tarquin may not have told him the details of who he was meeting, but he had mentioned it would be for a job.

    Lavellan’s smile thinned, and she tapped idly at the rim of her mug. “That is one way to say it, yes. I’m sure you’ve been briefed on the mage called Solas.” Elan nodded without prompting. Bald, elf–and a very tall one at that–also apparently the Inquisitor’s lover at one point though rumors were murky on that one. “Good. He is an Elven apostate. We’re tracking him. All our information points here, to Tevinter. You’ve come highly recommended by multiple parties.”

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