Daithi cannot guess the exact reason — glances Brigham as the most probable cause though the gaze is one of concern as well. He cannot allow his companion this much risk, he thinks. (He is risking all their lives, he knows, on sentimental gamble. If he can save the Redcliffe mages, though ...)
He edges from Brigham, offering a peaceable gesture of his palm as he speaks. His stance remains offensive, though, poise for another attack. "Fiona," Daithi calls. "There is, still, a place for you and your mages in the Inquisition. Surrender," he urges. "Help us fight. ... it needn't end this way for any of you."
For a moment, she seems to consider: then, her expression darkens, and Fiona raises her staff.
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Daithi cannot guess the exact reason — glances Brigham as the most probable cause though the gaze is one of concern as well. He cannot allow his companion this much risk, he thinks. (He is risking all their lives, he knows, on sentimental gamble. If he can save the Redcliffe mages, though ...)
He edges from Brigham, offering a peaceable gesture of his palm as he speaks. His stance remains offensive, though, poise for another attack. "Fiona," Daithi calls. "There is, still, a place for you and your mages in the Inquisition. Surrender," he urges. "Help us fight. ... it needn't end this way for any of you."
For a moment, she seems to consider: then, her expression darkens, and Fiona raises her staff.