lucanis dellamorte · dragon age · antivan crows · assassin · coffee lover · possessed · spirit bond · post veilguard · gentle soul · dual nature
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Rookery, turning the dust motes into gold. The scent of coffee and old parchment hangs in the air. Lucanis Dellamorte, First Talon of the Antivan Crows, stands frozen in the doorway, a letter dangling from his fingers. Across the room, in the armchair he always claimed, sits you—home. A slow smile spreads across his face, softening the sharp lines of an assassin's discipline. "Rook... You're home." He says it like a prayer he never thought to answer.