A Different Kind of Criminal Who: Lillian Tharelle, Ser Simon Coibran When: Evening, 23 Molioris, 9:45 Where: G3 has just stopped to set up camp along the road to the forest Summary: Deciding it's best to deal with things head on Lillie confronts Simon, giving herself away as an apostate. Rating: E
Some of the others were setting up tents, gathering firewood. Lillie thought she ought to be doing something to help, but her offers were waved away. She wondered idly if it was the fact that she wore a dress that made her seem more delicate than the other ladies. It was true she had no experience with traveling on the road or camping out every night, but she wasn't weak. Lillie had always tried to make the best of her situation, and smile even in the darkness.
Her blue eyes scanned the clearing some ways off the road where the party had decided to make camp. The sun was slowly setting in the sky, painting the blue with streaks of orange, pink and red. The last dipping rays of it caught the armor of a man standing almost exactly on the opposite side of the camp, and Lillie's spine stiffened unconsciously. Simon was the only Templar in the party, and she was technically the only unprotected apostate. Hissra was under the guard of the Karashok, and the laws of his own people, while Faer was a Grey Warden now, and therefore did not have to fall under the Chantry's rule.
Conlan had offered Lillie protection, but was that truly enough? She wasn't conscripted to join the Wardens herself. Though she'd been able to keep her power secret from part of the group thus far, including the Templar Simon, Lillie knew this would not last much longer. They would be going into more and more dangerous situations and she was not willing to stand back when she could help. Steeling herself, Lillie stood up straight, trying to make the most of her meager height and approached the man she had previously been considering.
"Ser Templar..." she began, then almost trailed off again but forced herself to march onwards. She simply had to get it over with. Better he try to drag her off to the tower now than in the middle of battle, after all. "Would you mind if... could I have a word of you? There's a matter of some concern."