[ Nadia thought she'd put all this behind her, after dissolving the Inquisition. She was, at least as far as the rest of Thedas knew, retiring. Mostly. As such, she didn't expect to have to be at another party like this, well, ever.
But she knows what these are really for - it's not just about welcoming guests. Or captives disguised as guests, for that matter. It's always, somehow, about politics. About the Game, and Nadia may not have been born and raised to it like some, but she has picked up a few things.
So she watches and listens more than she talks, keeps to the sidelines, and mostly only speaks when spoken to. Approaching her, one might not notice anything unusual, until one gets a good look - only to discover her left arm is gone at the elbow, replaced with a wood-and-metal contraption that she doesn't seem entirely comfortable with, and thus she holds it oddly at her side. ]
Nadia Trevelyan | Dragon Age | 2 (post-Trespasser)
But she knows what these are really for - it's not just about welcoming guests. Or captives disguised as guests, for that matter. It's always, somehow, about politics. About the Game, and Nadia may not have been born and raised to it like some, but she has picked up a few things.
So she watches and listens more than she talks, keeps to the sidelines, and mostly only speaks when spoken to. Approaching her, one might not notice anything unusual, until one gets a good look - only to discover her left arm is gone at the elbow, replaced with a wood-and-metal contraption that she doesn't seem entirely comfortable with, and thus she holds it oddly at her side. ]