He smiles, a touch sheepish, as he hitches his shoulders into a shrug.
"Good, because I think it's still more useful for bonking people on the head right now. We'll need more time at the blacksmith's at...some point. Eventually. Between the completely uneventful end of the Council and the not end of the world, hopefully."
(That little itch at the back of his neck has grown stronger. Quietly, some subconscious part of Alistair continues to prod at what Cullen said earlier. About Solas. About Arlathan.)
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He smiles, a touch sheepish, as he hitches his shoulders into a shrug.
"Good, because I think it's still more useful for bonking people on the head right now. We'll need more time at the blacksmith's at...some point. Eventually. Between the completely uneventful end of the Council and the not end of the world, hopefully."
(That little itch at the back of his neck has grown stronger. Quietly, some subconscious part of Alistair continues to prod at what Cullen said earlier. About Solas. About Arlathan.)