[ It's taken her a lot to make the call, a lot of internal debate about how she feels about the gods and the likelihood that any individual interaction with them will come back to bite her in the ass. All the same, Cecily does what she hopes is leave a message for Sorrow, one in which her voice is tempered by barely-contained suspicion. ]
Can you bring a specific plant to the orchard? It isn't a fruit, exactly, and... frankly, it'd be better in a garden, but I think it'll help us a lot.
[ Not that he would care about that, so she adds: ] It may stop Hope having to bring back as many dead people.
[It should be expected at this point. Sorrow is the least likely of the gods to do something for nothing in return.]
It depends on the plant. If you are looking for multiple copies of it to breed with, then I will require something a little more significant. [A thoughtful pause, and then-]
-I want tears born of sadness to fall on my altar. It doesn't matter whose they are.
Do you need an exact number? [ She all but rolls her eyes, figuring that a certain level of disrespect would null the deal outright. ] ... Fine. I'll have it done.
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Can you bring a specific plant to the orchard? It isn't a fruit, exactly, and... frankly, it'd be better in a garden, but I think it'll help us a lot.
[ Not that he would care about that, so she adds: ] It may stop Hope having to bring back as many dead people.
[ Nailed it. ]
voice;
[There's a slight pause as he considers it.]
But you would have to detail it perfectly, as I'd be creating it from nothing. And I would require payment.
voice;
[ She isn't an artist, but between herself, Cullen, Leliana, and Cole, maybe--
Ah, fuck. Of course there's a price (there's always a price). ]
What would the payment be? [ Comes the incredibly wary question. ]
voice;
It depends on the plant. If you are looking for multiple copies of it to breed with, then I will require something a little more significant. [A thoughtful pause, and then-]
-I want tears born of sadness to fall on my altar. It doesn't matter whose they are.
voice;
Do you need an exact number? [ She all but rolls her eyes, figuring that a certain level of disrespect would null the deal outright. ] ... Fine. I'll have it done.
voice;
[He wouldn't want you to find a loophole, you know.]
Good. I'll expect it.