A good chunk of the Chargers, unsurprisingly, have convened at the nearest tavern. Bull slaps Alistair on the back hard enough to send him reeling, laughing all the while; Krem pulls him aside to convey some birthday plans they have for the boss, once they've got a distraction ready; even Skinner waves hello without a knife in her hand. (I'm touched, he'd say, if he didn't think it'd immediately earn him that knife she's withholding.)
Lavellan ducks in at some point when Alistair's a few tankards in. Now! hisses Dalish, yanking him by the arm.
Three minutes later, he's blinking down at an enormous skull the Chargers dug up from Andraste-knows-where. Here we are, Krem says, having loosed the Inquisitor on an unsuspecting Bull. Ready?
...How did you even get it this far? And why can't you continue moving it how...ever you moved it this far?
Dalish snorts, elbowing him in the side. C'mon, Warden, I know you're stronger than half of us.
Rank flattery, he says, affecting a prim air, will get you nowhere. I'm only doing this out of the goodness of my heart. He grabs one of the dragon skull's horns. Right then. On the count of three.
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A good chunk of the Chargers, unsurprisingly, have convened at the nearest tavern. Bull slaps Alistair on the back hard enough to send him reeling, laughing all the while; Krem pulls him aside to convey some birthday plans they have for the boss, once they've got a distraction ready; even Skinner waves hello without a knife in her hand. (I'm touched, he'd say, if he didn't think it'd immediately earn him that knife she's withholding.)
Lavellan ducks in at some point when Alistair's a few tankards in. Now! hisses Dalish, yanking him by the arm.
Three minutes later, he's blinking down at an enormous skull the Chargers dug up from Andraste-knows-where. Here we are, Krem says, having loosed the Inquisitor on an unsuspecting Bull. Ready?
...How did you even get it this far? And why can't you continue moving it how...ever you moved it this far?
Dalish snorts, elbowing him in the side. C'mon, Warden, I know you're stronger than half of us.
Rank flattery, he says, affecting a prim air, will get you nowhere. I'm only doing this out of the goodness of my heart. He grabs one of the dragon skull's horns. Right then. On the count of three.