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[A week or so after their conversation (he was waiting to get paid), a book is delivered to Fitcher's rooms. It's titled The Holdfast: A Collection of Poems by Callum Nettling. On the inside cover, the following note:]
[To debasement and vice. Best on 104. -MD]
[Rather ironic, as many of the poems themselves are of religious devotion. The poem on page 104 is already earmarked.]
[To debasement and vice. Best on 104. -MD]
[Rather ironic, as many of the poems themselves are of religious devotion. The poem on page 104 is already earmarked.]
[The cards return to Mrs. Fitcher by way of the space under her pillow. It smells like her, ergo it is hers, ergo the cards should be safely hidden beneath it, where no one will see and take them. They are tied together with a thin string, a flat, drying elfroot leaf tucked in on top.
Exactly one card, the Song of Mercy, has received a new mark on its back, tiny and precise.]
Exactly one card, the Song of Mercy, has received a new mark on its back, tiny and precise.]
Do you know anything about lyrium?
[ Please enjoy her two facts, delivered in chronological order of learning: ]
It is on my bones. And it comes from the Deep Roads.
It is on my bones. And it comes from the Deep Roads.
Ah. Is there what drives the claws.
[It's not a question. Not really. But consider her glad to have asked the one which came before it - it might have been a shame to lead with 'Don't touch it or you'll eventually go mad' given the circumstances.]
Lyrium does indeed come from the Deep Roads. It's mined by the dwarves, who then either enchant things with it or send it along in its tempered form. Templars need it to resist mages and I believe in mages it temporarily increases their... particular talents.
[It's not a question. Not really. But consider her glad to have asked the one which came before it - it might have been a shame to lead with 'Don't touch it or you'll eventually go mad' given the circumstances.]
Lyrium does indeed come from the Deep Roads. It's mined by the dwarves, who then either enchant things with it or send it along in its tempered form. Templars need it to resist mages and I believe in mages it temporarily increases their... particular talents.
Yes.
...It makes mages stronger?
[There is a frown in her voice, as she turns the idea around and around in her mind.]
...It makes mages stronger?
[There is a frown in her voice, as she turns the idea around and around in her mind.]
Then they should put it on their bones.
[Hm.]
Is it...can it be like lightning?
[Hm.]
Is it...can it be like lightning?
It smells like lightning. But--
[She is not sure how to ask the question swimming around in her.]
Lightning has power. It...[Tony had mentioned the word electricity, but it's unmoored in her mind, no real context clinging to it.] If you put lyrium in someone's chest--
[She is not sure how to ask the question swimming around in her.]
Lightning has power. It...[Tony had mentioned the word electricity, but it's unmoored in her mind, no real context clinging to it.] If you put lyrium in someone's chest--
Maybe.
[With some disappointment. She would rather find out from somebody she already knows; Ser Coupe is little more than a name and a hissing demand that she wear a hat.
After a delay, when she remembers that she is making an attempt at learning manners:]
Thank you.
[With some disappointment. She would rather find out from somebody she already knows; Ser Coupe is little more than a name and a hissing demand that she wear a hat.
After a delay, when she remembers that she is making an attempt at learning manners:]
Thank you.
You are not keeping me from it.
[ Mild bafflement. ]
[ Mild bafflement. ]
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