On the contrary, my dear. I was just thinking how exciting it would be to be mistaken for your equal, given our divergent trades.
[It feels akin to transparency, after all this time. That secondhand feeling of a red light somehow burning in red eyes— and doubly so in a world with no elven nobility to speak of.
None that haven't been dead for thousands of years, anyway. Can't exactly pull the wool over anyone's eyes in that regard.]
Tell me something: I assume in Tevinter a slave (or servant) owned by a magister held more sway than one kept by lesser castes— is the same true in Orlais?
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[It feels akin to transparency, after all this time. That secondhand feeling of a red light somehow burning in red eyes— and doubly so in a world with no elven nobility to speak of.
None that haven't been dead for thousands of years, anyway. Can't exactly pull the wool over anyone's eyes in that regard.]
Tell me something: I assume in Tevinter a slave (or servant) owned by a magister held more sway than one kept by lesser castes— is the same true in Orlais?