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[[OOC: 5th Firstfall, morning, Nathaniel’s office]] @Nathaniel Howe
Siali still slightly associated being summoned anywhere with trouble. Being low in the pecking order of the Adders and then the Dragon’s Claws, being called to see the leader meant in some way, something had gone wrong. Even if it wasn’t her fault and she was being called in to fix it. The Wardens, while a far more formal arrangement generally, generally discussed anything non-confidential if they got an opportunity. And even if it wasn’t trouble exactly, it was usually unwelcome news. The last time she’d been called to Nathaniel’s office at the Keep, it had been to inform her she was being sent to Lothering for several months to train the militia. While she’d been fine to do it, she’d missed being around other Wardens and had been relieved when she was called back.
Although she felt she’d done a pretty good job of it, all told, given that by the time she left most of the local nests had been completely cleared out. And of the darkspawn beneath Denerim, even if she was still sporting a few stitches along the gouge marks on her back.
She had no idea why she’d been called for a formal meeting with Nathaniel, but she chose to respond to it as appropriately as she knew how. She wore her blues (freshly cleaned and mended and no longer smelling of tree sap, demon ichor or her own blood – she had a lot of respect for the washerwomen at the Keep), and turned up a minute before the appointed time, knocking on the door and waiting for Nathaniel to admit her before walking in.
She gave him a crossed-arm salute, not bothering to hide the curiosity on her face. She thought it was unlikely she was being sent out for another mission, given she was still just healing. “You wanted to see me, Commander?”
Siali still slightly associated being summoned anywhere with trouble. Being low in the pecking order of the Adders and then the Dragon’s Claws, being called to see the leader meant in some way, something had gone wrong. Even if it wasn’t her fault and she was being called in to fix it. The Wardens, while a far more formal arrangement generally, generally discussed anything non-confidential if they got an opportunity. And even if it wasn’t trouble exactly, it was usually unwelcome news. The last time she’d been called to Nathaniel’s office at the Keep, it had been to inform her she was being sent to Lothering for several months to train the militia. While she’d been fine to do it, she’d missed being around other Wardens and had been relieved when she was called back.
Although she felt she’d done a pretty good job of it, all told, given that by the time she left most of the local nests had been completely cleared out. And of the darkspawn beneath Denerim, even if she was still sporting a few stitches along the gouge marks on her back.
She had no idea why she’d been called for a formal meeting with Nathaniel, but she chose to respond to it as appropriately as she knew how. She wore her blues (freshly cleaned and mended and no longer smelling of tree sap, demon ichor or her own blood – she had a lot of respect for the washerwomen at the Keep), and turned up a minute before the appointed time, knocking on the door and waiting for Nathaniel to admit her before walking in.
She gave him a crossed-arm salute, not bothering to hide the curiosity on her face. She thought it was unlikely she was being sent out for another mission, given she was still just healing. “You wanted to see me, Commander?”