That's why. That's exactly why he ordered Alistair to stay at Skyhold. Because on the off chance the intelligence was wrong, he'd be an asset in defending their home; because if the intelligence was correct, taking him to the Arbor Wilds was as good as a death sentence.
And here he is, making stupid cracks about stupid snowmen and stupid jokes at Cullen's expense. He's all right. He's safe.
He doesn't reply right away. Frog in his throat. Perhaps it's the dry environment.
"I doubt your artistic prowess," he says, after clearing his throat. "But I wish you luck."
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That's why. That's exactly why he ordered Alistair to stay at Skyhold. Because on the off chance the intelligence was wrong, he'd be an asset in defending their home; because if the intelligence was correct, taking him to the Arbor Wilds was as good as a death sentence.
And here he is, making stupid cracks about stupid snowmen and stupid jokes at Cullen's expense. He's all right. He's safe.
He doesn't reply right away. Frog in his throat. Perhaps it's the dry environment.
"I doubt your artistic prowess," he says, after clearing his throat. "But I wish you luck."