Recent content by Sati Adaar

The company called to one another, shouting out bets. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before from guards, pages and squires. Those who belonged to the noble class were no less likely to be overtly rude than the average man on the street - more so, in fact, believing that their station in life...

The king expressed his relief that Alexius had turned out to be somewhat more vulnerable than he’d thought, although he wasn’t to know that Alexius had very nearly been right. Without Dorian’s determination to help, even though he’d known full well her reaction towards any Tevinter mage would be...

Sati suspected that Ser Lehman would have approved of Shokrakar. While her mentor’s manner had been much more formal than that of the mercenary captain - a necessary precaution to try and quell the rumours of their involvement - he had, after all, been unconventional enough to take Sati in, not...

Josie was quick to come to a decision; the doll would come back to Skyhold with her. Sati followed her into the shop, ducking her head to avoid scraping the lintel. The shopkeeper’s face was a picture; she had been wearing an obsequious smile for Josie, obviously taking note of her fine silk...

While the King looked stern, that was fully understandable given the circumstances. There was no demand for any formality further than that she had already shown, and he surprised her by first offering thanks. “Ferelden owes you - and the Inquisition - a debt of gratitude for the assistance that...

It had been just under a day since Sati and Dorian had tumbled back into the present, eliciting an immediate surrender from Alexius. A fortunate decision on his part; as he fell to his knees, only Sati’s training prevented her from removing his head on the spot. She had been taught never to...

The distraction appeared to work. The mention of finding a cloak softened a little of the anxiety in Josie’s eyes, although her expression became one that Sati couldn’t read when she made the ambassador promise to tell her if it all became too much. Josie promised to try, and Sati didn’t push...

Sati half expected Meraad to fly at her, and was ready for it; she wouldn’t goad on purpose, ever, but the itchy feeling that had started crawling under her skin at the insinuation about Ser Lehman’s motivations was begging for an outlet. But although her frosty response caused a distinctly...

Josie would not let herself relinquish full responsibility for the young man’s death, pointing out that she’d made the choices which had led her to the top of that stairwell. Sati didn’t try to offer platitudes to that end. She still felt that Josie was taking too much of the burden upon...

Sati headed off the expected question; it made sense that they would assume she had shouldered the blame for her mentor’s death. Perhaps she might have, had there not been quite so many witnesses to the deed. It would have taken nearly a dozen people cooperating to hide the truth first and...

For all that Josephine had been a steadying, calm presence at the war table, Sati had seen early on that the ambassador had depths only hinted at in conversation. Her longstanding friendship with Leliana was the first clue; the Left Hand’s history was well known, and Sati had heard references to...

Offering the honey had evidently been the right thing to do. Sati would have offered it regardless; by letting her share their campfire for the night, she had been somewhat more protected than she might have been sleeping alone. From the sound of it, she probably wouldn’t have found a bed in...

Oddly, the assassin appraised Sati with somewhat more respect than she was used to receiving from anybody with an Orlesian accent (Leliana excluded). People did tend to be surprised that she had a mind behind her brawn, and could put it to use. Sati was so used to it that it no longer even...

Kaaris eyed her a little warily, but greeted her civilly enough. Shokrakar appeared shortly after. In the daylight she was even taller than she’d appeared the previous day, and as she rolled her head the tendons in her neck stood out in stark relief. Sati had met human men bulkier than her...

Sati would have done it. The powerlessness she felt over this situation was bad enough, but she’d felt like a pawn of outside forces from the moment she’d woken up on a prison cell floor. She could deal with powerlessness. What she struggled with was knowing that even if she ended the man right...