Wren casts a glance about the tent (brief, appraising), as she shakes out the second set of gloves from a pocket, offers them over.
"Precaution, only. The exposure should be negligible." But a lot of things that should be aren't, and it'd be a damn shame to cart back this warning just to start the process over on a papercut. "I must warn you that I cannot fully explain how this came to be."
She owns little explanation for the magic — though substantially more than she's willing to share. Wren's under no illusions: her fellow travelers' tongues will wag. Information will leak; disseminate first through the Inquisition, and eventually out to its enemies. It doesn't mean that she'll speed the spread.
It pays to play the dim templar at times, even as the role grates.
Wren fishes a leather scroll-case, cautiously works out a battered set of letters. She's done what she might to preserve them, and they're legible enough. Still, the stationary's been through the wringer.
"They consist of unsent missives to a Warden Inessa Serra. You should read them."
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"Precaution, only. The exposure should be negligible." But a lot of things that should be aren't, and it'd be a damn shame to cart back this warning just to start the process over on a papercut. "I must warn you that I cannot fully explain how this came to be."
She owns little explanation for the magic — though substantially more than she's willing to share. Wren's under no illusions: her fellow travelers' tongues will wag. Information will leak; disseminate first through the Inquisition, and eventually out to its enemies. It doesn't mean that she'll speed the spread.
It pays to play the dim templar at times, even as the role grates.
Wren fishes a leather scroll-case, cautiously works out a battered set of letters. She's done what she might to preserve them, and they're legible enough. Still, the stationary's been through the wringer.
"They consist of unsent missives to a Warden Inessa Serra. You should read them."
She'll wait in patient silence as he does.