See also: The Grand Game

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I remember...
Marjolaine had given me clippings from a Fereldan book. A social dissection of Orlais, or some such:

"Orlais presents a veneer of opulence, but the aristocracy are committed to a system of social one-upmanship they call the game. Sprawling receptions delight friend and foe, while bards strike from shadow with insinuation, larceny, and assassination, often to the strange delight of their targets. Control of these auteur agents is yet another layer of the game.

"Auteur agent" I liked. The rest could not be more dry. Fereldans truly did not understand my world. And that, of course, was Marjolaine's intent. I had arranged my favorite associates and followed her to Denerim not for the promise of money, but for the excitement of toying with fools. I was her creature.

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