Alors que l'échange mené par Nolan, beaucoup plus diplomate, et les deux compagnons impairs se poursuivirent dans les tunnels, Clara grandit visiblement plus facile : sa position se redressait plutôt que se tendait et son bras de bouclier viendrait se tremper, tous deux fatigués en tenant si longtemps et en interprétant un risque réduit d'attaque. D'après elle, Nolan gérait bien l'échange, de sorte qu'elle se taisait et jouait son rôle de Templier du parti; elle n'était pas si zélée d'être aveugle au fait que sa foi pouvait conduire à une pire issue.
C'est à peu près à ce moment que Clara resserra son emprise sur la poignée de sa longue épée:
"Récompense, hein? Tout le monde sait qu'un nain peut apprécier un homme qui veut sa récompense bien méritée. N'est-ce pas, Erika? Et si je pouvais vous offrir une récompense encore plus grande? » a commencé le nain, amenant l'esprit de Clara directement à conclure le nain a suggéré de payer elle et son compagnon. Pour qui nous prennent-ils? Payer un Gardien Gris et un Templier!? Ses pensées sonnaient dans sa tête - bien que heureusement pas assez longtemps avant que le nain ne continue à parler. "...il se trouve juste que nous avons un peu de... euhm, négocier pour faire avec certains types d'indésirables qui ont récemment ouvert une mine ici." Clara s'est quelque peu apaisée à cela, en commençant à mettre ensemble ce que le nain suggère vraiment - ou du moins par son interprétation. Alors que le nain la regardait, elle le regardait en bas - en effet, toute son attention s'est recueillie. "Une mine de lyriques." Elle n'a pas pris le reste de la phrase de la naine - à la mention de lyrum, ayant passé un certain temps sans une dose, ses sens déformés et la peau sous sa paupière a commencé à se serrer. Elle a envie d'une dose de lyrique, son nez a commencé à tordre en prévision; son sable lyrique était dans son kit, après tout, qui w-
Clara a soudainement baissé son bouclier, l'amenant brutalement dans sa cuisse gauche. La douleur soudaine l'a ramenée à la raison, à temps pour attraper le reste de la sentence.
"...bénéficie-t-on tous les quatre? Après tout, nous travaillons pour le Divin lui-même." le nain suggère, à laquelle Clara hoche les clins d'oeil en réponse alors qu'elle lève son long mot pour le glisser à nouveau dans son fourreau maintenant elle est content la situation est sûre.
"J'imagine que nous pourrions, Dwarf Flint - quel est exactement votre titre dans l'Inquisition, au fait?" Elle s'arrête avant de parler plus loin, "L'Ordre des Templiers peut utiliser n'importe quelle source de lyrisme pour ses chevaliers dans la guerre - bien que, lorsque vous dites 'types indésirables', exactement qui faites-vous référence? Entre nous quatre, j'imagine que ce que nous pouvons combattre est assez large, bien que je n'aie pas l'intention de combattre les Chevaliers ou les Légionnaires morts. »
Clara AlmeidaKnight-Lieutenant, Templar Order
Age:
25.
Gender:
Female.
Race:
Human.
Nationality:
Ferelden, from the Frostback Mountains.
Occupation:
Templar ambassador to the Grey Wardens.
Equipment:
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Biography:
Clara Almeida was born in the mid-upper regions of the Frostback Mountains located to the east side of Ferelden, where her family had been a part of a semi-isolationist village which traded extensively with Redcliffe Village, providing unique meats and spices from the mountain in exchange for commodities such as warm clothes and crops produce that couldn't be grown in the three-season snow. At the time of Clara's birth the village was at the tail end of poverty and hardship as significant illness had struck its residents, in turn preventing them from hunting and hence trading for essential supplies; the chain of events continued until the village was left entirely with the sick and lame. After a failed attempt at helping the village by a group of volunteers from Redcliffe Village, the volunteers pleaded their case to the local Chantry, who investigated the matter and concluded that little could be done in such a late stage. The Chantry sect decided to save who they could, and took all those who could survive the trek down the mountain or could be carried, such as infants; luckily enough, Clara was once such infant.
Clara, orphaned after the passing of her village when she was no older than 7 months old, recalls her first memories within the walls of the Redcliffe Chantry. She never knew her family and frankly wasn't really bothered by it, partly because she never knew any better and partly because she was treated well by the religious brothers and sisters. Although she was considered to be put up for adoption, her hardy constitution and natural physical prowess deriving from generations of her family being from the mountains made her an ideal candidate for the Templar Order, and as such the chantry retained her as a Sister until she could be assessed at a more appropriate age.
At 16 years of age, Clara was formally underwent an aptitude assessment for the Templar Order, and having had her life to prepare for it plus her natural perks, she passed with flying colors. She was inducted to the order and began training for her to commence her service at her coming of age. Over the next 9 years of her service, Clara grew to become an excellent warrior and promising leader, which lead to her promotion to Knight-Corporal on grounds of merit and later Knight-Lieutenant on grounds of merit and the outbreak of the war, where she was given command of a platoon to contribute to the war effort. Throughout her career Clara showed unflinching loyalty to the Order: this contributed significantly to her merit, for a Templar's obedience was more important than anything else; although all of her achievements concealed something sinister, a near-crippling addiction to lyrium which took her as far as regularly snorting lyrium sand on top of standard ingestion in order to avoid withdrawals. Clara experiences significant withdrawals when denied lyrium and if denied it entirely for long enough, there's quite a daunting chance of it leading to her death. As of current she acknowledges her addiction and expresses a desire to prevent it getting worse, but she has no intent to begin taking less lyrium.
Recently, after a successful streak of leading her platoon in the war, Clara was reassigned as an ambassador for the Templar Order to the Grey Wardens. Command for the Templar Order recently and reluctantly concluded that such a means was necessary in order to preserve good relations with the wardens contribute to the good of the realm, on the grounds the ambassador would not flinch in their duties to rid the realm of the likes of apostates and abominations. Clara was nominated for the job by her Knight-Captain and later accepted, on the grounds of her outstanding service record, her unflinching loyalty to the Order, her suitable personality, and her severe lyrium addiction which would be used to manipulate her need be. When the news was broke to her platoon, the platoon contributed minor portions of their pay individually to collectively buy a dwarven-crafted officers longsword for their leaving platoon commander as a parting gift, which now acts as her sword of choice.
Clara now journeys with the Grey Warden Nolan Halwic, who was the next best thing to a perfect partner: a Mage who respected the need to rid the world of abominations conducting peacekeeping operations in sensitive areas. The two get along well, going about peacekeeping - in war-affected areas in particular - with Clara acting as the primary liaison to the Templars and Nolan as the primary liaison to the Mages.