A shame. And here I thought our illustrious Inquisitor had an answer for all of our most dire questions.
Perhaps if I merely wept a bit, batted my eyelashes at you, I could convince you to find an answer for me. Send you on some sprawling quest to find the answer in a tiny, abandoned hovel, written on ages old parchment.
[ He shakes his arms again, managing to rid himself of most of the blood. ]
Tell me, why is it that you never take me anywhere nice?
I suppose anything is possible, considering we live in a world where men can aspire to godhood, and a Vint can work alongside a Qunari without it ending in tantrums or bloodshed.
All the same, I'd prefer not to find out. [ He sweeps out an arm. ] Shall we?
[ she says as she slings her own staff into place across her back. (Moira could be scary in her own way, a fact which was completely contradictory to her otherwise sweet nature.) ]
[ There are things she could say here, about pointy sticks and such (and she realizes that she's been spending way too much time with Bull and Sera if that's the case), but she refrains. ]
I really am grateful, by the way. You certainly didn't have to join me.
[ It was just a simple errand for Dagna (well, as simple as errands for Dagna ever got, anyway) ]
[ As he tends to, Dorian waves a hand, dismissing the thanks. ]
And leave you to your own devices, attracting trouble as you do? Please. Someone needs to ensure you come back in one piece, and what better looking candidate than myself?
I only hope your people don't begin rumors. "Ah, the Tevinter is whispering his dark machinations into our Inquisitor's ear again. Should we, perhaps, assassinate him in the night, stem the flow of his evil before it settles in like a dank pond?"
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Perhaps if I merely wept a bit, batted my eyelashes at you, I could convince you to find an answer for me. Send you on some sprawling quest to find the answer in a tiny, abandoned hovel, written on ages old parchment.
[ He shakes his arms again, managing to rid himself of most of the blood. ]
Tell me, why is it that you never take me anywhere nice?
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[ she quirks a brow ] I never claimed that this would be fun, you know.
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It's a lucky thing for both of us that I do so enjoy following you around.
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Do you suppose these fellows had friends?
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All the same, I'd prefer not to find out. [ He sweeps out an arm. ] Shall we?
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[ she says as she slings her own staff into place across her back. (Moira could be scary in her own way, a fact which was completely contradictory to her otherwise sweet nature.) ]
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What, you didn't already feel safe, having a noble Tevinter at your back? I'm appalled.
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I really am grateful, by the way. You certainly didn't have to join me.
[ It was just a simple errand for Dagna (well, as simple as errands for Dagna ever got, anyway) ]
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And leave you to your own devices, attracting trouble as you do? Please. Someone needs to ensure you come back in one piece, and what better looking candidate than myself?
I only hope your people don't begin rumors. "Ah, the Tevinter is whispering his dark machinations into our Inquisitor's ear again. Should we, perhaps, assassinate him in the night, stem the flow of his evil before it settles in like a dank pond?"
What will Mother Giselle think?