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The cold bit through the small woman’s cloak and scarves as she hiked through Ziost’s tundra. Wind stung her eyes, making them tear up. Yet the small dot of black kept moving against the sheets of swirling white, refusing to give in, even as she was forced many times to use her pike to shove herself upright. Many would call her mad, foolish, death-seeking, even, to travel through this blizzard.
But she wouldn’t listen. Their opinions were irrelevant.
Today she was to meet a potential apprentice. Frowning, she thought of all the acolyte profiles she sifted through over a period of many months. Even before the civil war, it was difficult to find even a handful that suited her teaching style, philosophies, and weapon of choice. Now with the separatists wreaking havoc on everything, a vast majority of the hopefuls the librarian was considering had left to fight under the Coterie banner. Exactly one, in fact, was left to meet who still dared to declare their alliance to Empress Andraste.
If they wanted it badly enough, they would come. If they didn’t, she did not consider it a waste of time. Rather, she would know they weren’t worth her attention.
Reaching a large crack in the ice, she gracefully jumped down and landed in a crouch with nary a sound. It was a cavern or cave of sorts, with great walls of blue ice coming far above her head to nearly block out the sun. Smooth stones lined the banks of the solidly-frozen riverbed. With a deep breath, she fully released her force aura from its concealment so she could be tracked down. It was not oppressive or overly dark, but cold as the environment in which she stood.
@Slamdingo
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