"While traipsing up Skyhold's thirty thousand stairs loaded down like a pack horse does sound like fun," Alistair says, deadpan, "I'm all right with venturing on a second quest later. After a roof, fire, and finishing breakfast."
If Cullen doesn't eat that last sausage roll in the next five minutes, Alistair's claiming it for the Wardens. Well, a Warden. A sort-of Warden. Half Warden, perhaps.
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If Cullen doesn't eat that last sausage roll in the next five minutes, Alistair's claiming it for the Wardens. Well, a Warden. A sort-of Warden. Half Warden, perhaps.
Whatever.