[Myr returns the bow with one of his own, hand pressed to heart in a Hasmali gesture of esteem.] I’m glad to, ser. And I’m honored you would ask me. Please--
[He gestures her inside, toward the makeshift shrine and the prayer cushions stacked before it. Makes no suggestion of them, though; if she would rather one than the cold stone floor they are there, but he won't make her further uncomfortable by offering.] Make yourself comfortable and be at ease; you are welcome here. The Lady is kindly disposed toward all who greet Her children with peace.
[Whatever they believed; it wasn't so long after he'd spoken to Six that morning in the courtyard that he found himself leafing through Apotheosis again, found himself struck by a years-old note in his own hand: Shartan and his People never professed the Maker, yet Andraste had welcomed them all the same.
Yet they had prayed and sung with the rest of Her army and were not made ashamed for appealing to divinity by other names or no name at all--perhaps because, as Sorrel had said, the gods they treated with were neither demons nor spirits nor ancient monsters. Perhaps the Creators demanded nothing of the People contrary to the Maker's will.
Perhaps there's something to learn from that.]
You might add anything you've brought to the shrine, [he adds, kindly.] I've a question or two before we begin--to better know what it is we're praying for.
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[He gestures her inside, toward the makeshift shrine and the prayer cushions stacked before it. Makes no suggestion of them, though; if she would rather one than the cold stone floor they are there, but he won't make her further uncomfortable by offering.] Make yourself comfortable and be at ease; you are welcome here. The Lady is kindly disposed toward all who greet Her children with peace.
[Whatever they believed; it wasn't so long after he'd spoken to Six that morning in the courtyard that he found himself leafing through Apotheosis again, found himself struck by a years-old note in his own hand: Shartan and his People never professed the Maker, yet Andraste had welcomed them all the same.
Yet they had prayed and sung with the rest of Her army and were not made ashamed for appealing to divinity by other names or no name at all--perhaps because, as Sorrel had said, the gods they treated with were neither demons nor spirits nor ancient monsters. Perhaps the Creators demanded nothing of the People contrary to the Maker's will.
Perhaps there's something to learn from that.]
You might add anything you've brought to the shrine, [he adds, kindly.] I've a question or two before we begin--to better know what it is we're praying for.