[That does warn a wry smile, but he shakes his head and drinks a bit more of the wine.]
Around the time the Fifth Blight was happening, I wasn't alone. I had a partner and other friends. Malsaam is-- was an important friend to me. I thought for the longest time there'd be no one else who'd really understand me. We worked together.
Of course, with the blight and all, we didn't stay in Denerim long, of course; so we headed north.
With the blight happening, it also opened opportunities for us. Malsaam wanted a big score, though. He was targeting a Tevinter magister -- Aregor Priggs. I told him it was too risky, but the stubborn idiot said it'd be fine so long as we stuck together. We'll be rich as kings, he'd like to say, as if he was the first moron to ever declare that before getting his ass kicked.
The job went badly. I kept telling him we had to back out, but he was a prideful idiot looking for a fight and told us to stick with it. I made the call and told our crew to pull out. Unfortunately that... left him behind. Priggs captured him. Priggs has this place he's put slaves to work in, calls it the Locker. That's where he sent Malsaam. I rallied the crew and tried to break him out. That only managed to get everyone killed. Everyone but me, obviously.
[Twisted Fate pauses a moment to finish off his wine.]
So I approached Priggs, to cut him a deal. I said I'd do whatever he wanted to make sure that he'd release Malsaam. The price was steep, and I was branded his property, but I was willing to live with it if it meant my friend would be released.
Unfortunately, we all underestimated Malsaam: he found a way to break out on his own, only he was under the impression that I'd betrayed him to Priggs and wanted payback. And, well, I wasn't very willing to keep my end of the bargain if Malsaam freed himself anyway, so I ran.
[He scratches his neck.] So I have an angry ex-partner who wants me dead, and a magister whose pride is at stake. I don't have a good record of keeping friends so far, you see.
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[That does warn a wry smile, but he shakes his head and drinks a bit more of the wine.]
Around the time the Fifth Blight was happening, I wasn't alone. I had a partner and other friends. Malsaam is-- was an important friend to me. I thought for the longest time there'd be no one else who'd really understand me. We worked together.
Of course, with the blight and all, we didn't stay in Denerim long, of course; so we headed north.
With the blight happening, it also opened opportunities for us. Malsaam wanted a big score, though. He was targeting a Tevinter magister -- Aregor Priggs. I told him it was too risky, but the stubborn idiot said it'd be fine so long as we stuck together. We'll be rich as kings, he'd like to say, as if he was the first moron to ever declare that before getting his ass kicked.
The job went badly. I kept telling him we had to back out, but he was a prideful idiot looking for a fight and told us to stick with it. I made the call and told our crew to pull out. Unfortunately that... left him behind. Priggs captured him. Priggs has this place he's put slaves to work in, calls it the Locker. That's where he sent Malsaam. I rallied the crew and tried to break him out. That only managed to get everyone killed. Everyone but me, obviously.
[Twisted Fate pauses a moment to finish off his wine.]
So I approached Priggs, to cut him a deal. I said I'd do whatever he wanted to make sure that he'd release Malsaam. The price was steep, and I was branded his property, but I was willing to live with it if it meant my friend would be released.
Unfortunately, we all underestimated Malsaam: he found a way to break out on his own, only he was under the impression that I'd betrayed him to Priggs and wanted payback. And, well, I wasn't very willing to keep my end of the bargain if Malsaam freed himself anyway, so I ran.
[He scratches his neck.] So I have an angry ex-partner who wants me dead, and a magister whose pride is at stake. I don't have a good record of keeping friends so far, you see.