Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
"Oh...yes, an Antivan Crow." Toward the end of his rambling, he hadn't really been talking to Beth, he realized. He was trying to reason with himself, but instead of doing it in his head or waiting until later, like he probably should have, he was rambling along out loud. Information like that could have - or maybe should have - been startling to some people, since the presence of an Antivan Crow generally meant one thing: someone had a price on their head, and they were probably marked for life. With the Crows track record, the life was usually cut short, but the particular assassin that had come after Coan probably wasn't the association's poster boy. Beth, he noticed, didn't seem startled, but interested, which, in the short time he'd been talking to her, he'd already come to expect.
"He is here." He nodded, rolling his eyes, because he quite honestly didn't agree with the arangement. "He has been locked in his room since we've arrived. Guarded inside and out." Not that that really meant anything. To him, at least. He might not have been armed, but he was certain that, as a trained killer, he probably didn't need a conventional weapon to end anyone's life. He didn't care if there were knights or templars guarding him, if the Crow wanted out, he would probably get out. Coan figured, though, that at a time like this, he might have found himself safest where he was, rather than returning to Antiva with unfinished business.
He was a little surprised when Beth broke in, though. Her suggestion that he was somehow worth just because he survived the attack made enough sense to him, but it didn't stop him from being skeptical and uncertain about why Alistair recruited him. "I suppose that's true. Not that it was much of a fight." He chuckled some, remembering the night vividly. "To be honest, if Noa hadn't woken me, I probably wouldn't be here." He thanked the Mabari - and maybe apologized for his earlier snapping - by giving her a healthy scratch between her ears. She was right, though. It was a rare thing to survive the attack of an Antivan Crow, despite the assassins clumsy entrance. He could have still easily killed him. Coan was far from untrained. He might not have had real combat experience, but he could handle a blade or two with great skill. "I'm usually not so diffident, but this isn't politics, or some dinner party. I doubt he'd come to Gwaren to recruit me specifically. I just can't stop myself from over thinking it."