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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[thereneverwas]

Oh...

[He tilts his head to and fro, thinking.]

Older lad. Fifteen, sixteen..

[cozen]

[ Bastien wasn't much younger than that when he started his training—his very different training. He nods a little. ]

What made you want to do it?

[thereneverwas]

Wanted to leave the farm, see the world. [He sighs wearily, shaking his head.]

This way it was an honor, instead of an escape. Going away to do Andraste's work, not just fucking off because I didn't feel like shoveling cow shit anymore.

[A grim pause.]


Least the cows wanted to be there, I suppose. Or didn't care one way or the other.

[cozen]

[ Bastien grins sideways at him and says, ] Freeeee ussss, [ in a low drone that sounds passably like a sound a cow could make.

But more seriously: ]

Did you see the world?

[thereneverwas]

[A tired laugh.]

I saw Ferelden.

[cozen]

Well, that is—

[ A pause for arithmetic. His fingers are involved. ]

—about an eighth of it. Good start. And now you are seeing more.

[thereneverwas]

Eighth?!

[Barrow has to pause too, also counting on his fingers-- and after a few moments he gives up rather than try to puzzle it out.]

Well, never mind that, I've seen more since joining you lot. That's what counts, innit?