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"Before I rest. Can you tell me what a Venatori is?"
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[color=f26522]“Hey! Did I hear that right? You don't know what the [i]Venatori[/i] are? Have you been living under a rock? You sound like a 'Vint, but the Venatori are – well, sort of [i]were[/i] – an open secret back home. And you've [i]never [/i]heard of them?”[/color]
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Henrietta sighed heavily as she packed away her equipment and moved over to her 'bedroll'. [color=c99900]"They weren't called a [i]secret[/i] society for no reason. I'm sure any number of Tevinter citizens would never have heard of them."[/color] The dwarf said, pulling a lever on the side of her bed roughly.

With a series of pings a rattle and what sounded suspiciously like a bug farting Henrietta's bed quickly unfolded around her, cushions inflating themselves and a mug of steaming cocoa complete with marshmallows popping out of a side panel on a small tray.

[color=c99900]"They were working with Corypheus, trying to bring about a 'Golden Age' for Tevinter, but none of them realised the Old One was merely using them for political power within the Imperium."[/color] As she spoke Henrietta sipped her cocoa, smacking her lips appreciatively as the warming fluid slipped down her throat.

[color=c99900]"Since the Inquisition took their Master down, the last few Venatori have been on the run. All their assets in the Imperium have been seized and their slaves freed, or at least sold to better households, which from what I've heard about the Imperium amounts to the same thing as freedom."[/color]

Setting her empty mug back on its tray, Henrietta watched with quiet satisfaction as the assembly quickly slid back into the 'bedroll' where it would be cleaned and refilled by the following night. [color=c99900]"Of course, having worked with the Inquisition we're not likely to be their favourite people right now, but since there's so few of them left with any real power I'd doubt we'd run into any we couldn't deal with."[/color]

The artificer sometimes felt as if she should take her bedroll apart to check exactly how it worked, as she'd been a little preoccupied when first constructing it, having just met a cute Elf and found herself in desperate need of a bed at the time, and for the life of her had no memory of how she'd actually built it.

Such things were for another time though, and wary from her journey Henrietta rolled over and made herself as comfortable as she could on the well-padded, ergonomically designed, self-adapting bedroll as she could.