It's been a long day. Contrary to his expectations, not only had Hawke's words meant a lot to Isabela, she'd known Hawke was left in the Fade. Varric Tethras had apparently told her and the rest of their surviving crew after it happened, but otherwise it had been kept quiet. Which meant the chances of a demon knowing that were incredibly slim. Add that to the very real armor that Rook had worn around for 'fun' once, and Emmrich now has yet another near-impossibility to achieve ahead of him.
Even Dorian hadn't been able to pin down exactly where Hawke had been sent into the Fade. Apparently only the Inquisitor (who was impossible to find in the current chaos of the South) and Warden Rainier (missing after the fall of Weisshaupt) had known that. So backtracking it will have to be.
His attempt to bring a couple of books with him into the Fade fails, which isn't much of a surprise even though it's a disappointment. There's little time to dwell on that, though, because Hawke's right there. Emmrich jerks back despite knowing that this has to be the man and not a spirit; he had not been quite prepared.
"You've met other members of the Mourn Watch?" he asks, confused. "When? Here? Surely not. I don't think Vorgoth sleeps, and none of the rest are as competent with the Fade as I am."
Only after he speaks does it sink in that Hawke doesn't mean his actual colleagues. Emmrich closes his eyes briefly to recenter himself, reopens them, and shakes his head.
"Isabela says that your constant running around a tiny room would have been hilarious if not for the fact that you did it to spare her life." He had to assume it meant the solo battle with the Arishok. Everyone knew, thanks to Varric Tethras' writing, that it had been one-on-one in a small room. The reason, apparently for Isabela's life, had never made print, though. "And she wants you to know that she has people she consults with now whenever they come across an artifact that may have cultural value, returning them when it matters."
He takes a breath. "I am no spirit. And, it seems, neither are you. Which means that this is the year I'm tasked with multiple unprecedented things to accomplish. At least we're not without places to start."
The gesture he makes in the air is elegant and graceful, and swirls of green spread from his fingertips through the air. "I seek knowledge and assistance, guidance through the chaos. Help us find our way, and your curiosity will be rewarded." Moments later several wisps fly in from different directions. They dance around him, chittering, and Emmrich nods before refocusing on Hawke.
"I know that it will take work to trust me. You don't have the luxury of asking any of my friends anything, and I doubt we can get you out in the space of a night. I will vanish from time to time. But you need assistance, and I will do all I can to help you get free of the Fade. Will you give working with me a chance? Will you direct us to where you last saw your armor?"
Absolutely!
Even Dorian hadn't been able to pin down exactly where Hawke had been sent into the Fade. Apparently only the Inquisitor (who was impossible to find in the current chaos of the South) and Warden Rainier (missing after the fall of Weisshaupt) had known that. So backtracking it will have to be.
His attempt to bring a couple of books with him into the Fade fails, which isn't much of a surprise even though it's a disappointment. There's little time to dwell on that, though, because Hawke's right there. Emmrich jerks back despite knowing that this has to be the man and not a spirit; he had not been quite prepared.
"You've met other members of the Mourn Watch?" he asks, confused. "When? Here? Surely not. I don't think Vorgoth sleeps, and none of the rest are as competent with the Fade as I am."
Only after he speaks does it sink in that Hawke doesn't mean his actual colleagues. Emmrich closes his eyes briefly to recenter himself, reopens them, and shakes his head.
"Isabela says that your constant running around a tiny room would have been hilarious if not for the fact that you did it to spare her life." He had to assume it meant the solo battle with the Arishok. Everyone knew, thanks to Varric Tethras' writing, that it had been one-on-one in a small room. The reason, apparently for Isabela's life, had never made print, though. "And she wants you to know that she has people she consults with now whenever they come across an artifact that may have cultural value, returning them when it matters."
He takes a breath. "I am no spirit. And, it seems, neither are you. Which means that this is the year I'm tasked with multiple unprecedented things to accomplish. At least we're not without places to start."
The gesture he makes in the air is elegant and graceful, and swirls of green spread from his fingertips through the air. "I seek knowledge and assistance, guidance through the chaos. Help us find our way, and your curiosity will be rewarded." Moments later several wisps fly in from different directions. They dance around him, chittering, and Emmrich nods before refocusing on Hawke.
"I know that it will take work to trust me. You don't have the luxury of asking any of my friends anything, and I doubt we can get you out in the space of a night. I will vanish from time to time. But you need assistance, and I will do all I can to help you get free of the Fade. Will you give working with me a chance? Will you direct us to where you last saw your armor?"