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[mactears]

[He makes a sound that might be approving.] Better to have your enemies under-estimate you, rather than the reverse, [he says, his head giving the smallest of nods.

Loghain looks to the dagger he'd placed in her hands.] If you would prefer to keep it, you may. I've no shortage of weapons at my disposal. [A pause.] Forgive me if I overstep, madame, but if you would like some instruction in how to better use this, I'll gladly make time.

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I would be most indebted to you if you would, Warden.

( She sheathes the blade, and makes no immediate move to return it to him. Her own is on her person - always on her person, Marius long insisted, a habit she has not felt it necessary or prudent to break - and she turns very slightly from him, adjusts her bodice, produces it.

It is, as she says, a nonsense-looking thing to a professional: Lamorre lettering etched on the blade, the hilt elaborately set with sapphire and amethyst jewels that flatter her well...but that blade has bite, and even a glance would have told him so without her assurance that it never dulls. )

A bride gift, ( she says, so carefully removing from her voice any trace of bitterness that she removes any hint of warmth, too. )

[mactears]

[He marks well the chill absence of warmth in her voice when she mentions her husband; this isn't the first time he's noted it, but it is certainly the first time he's truly suspected that not all was well between Petrana and her husband at the time she came through the rift into Thedas.

Loghain knows the shape of an unhappy marriage, but knows better still than to remark upon it. Instead, he examines the ornate dagger that Petrana presents to him and gives it his complete attention; the blade's mean curve is substantial, and the hilt, though largely decorative, well suited to her hand.

He looks up from it to consider the young woman before him, and offers,] I'm honoured to instruct you, madame. I'm at your disposal, whenever you have time.