Jahenna feels that it's just fucking typical that the Blight would start just as she was getting to the good part of her book.

Obviously, as a Grey Warden, she's expected to blah blah recruit some young morons to get killed by either the Darkspawn or the Joining or the fact that they're Wardens and Wardens are marked for death. Whoopee. Duncan owes her big for this. She's back in the fucking Circle tower, she swore she'd never come here again even if they tried to drag her back with wild horses.

Greagoir is there. Fucking typical. And he's got his husband with him. "Hello, Greagoir," she grits out as she dismounts. "Hello, Irving."

"Hello, Jahenna," smiles Greagoir genially. "I assume you're not here to rejoin our ranks?"

She spits on the ground. "Very funny, you worthless creep. I'm here to recruit mages for the Wardens. There's a Blight on, in case you hadn't heard for some reason. Speaking of which, how's the weather up your own ass?"

Okay, there are aspects of being a Warden that she likes. Such as having carte blanche to tell people to go fuck themselves.

Jahenna feels that it's just fucking typical that the Blight would start just as she was getting to the good part of her book.

Obviously, as a Grey Warden, she's expected to blah blah recruit some young morons to get killed by either the Darkspawn or the Joining or the fact that they're Wardens and Wardens are marked for death. Whoopee. Duncan owes her big for this. She's back in the fucking Circle tower, she swore she'd never come here again even if they tried to drag her back with wild horses.

Greagoir is there. Fucking typical. And he's got his husband with him. "Hello, Greagoir," she grits out as she dismounts. "Hello, Irving."

"Hello, Jahenna," smiles Greagoir genially. "I assume you're not here to rejoin our ranks?"

She spits on the ground. "Very funny, you worthless creep. I'm here to recruit mages for the Wardens. There's a Blight on, in case you hadn't heard for some reason. Speaking of which, how's the weather up your own ass?"

Okay, there are aspects of being a Warden that she likes. Such as having carte blanche to tell people to go fuck themselves.

Jahenna feels that it's just fucking typical that the Blight would start just as she was getting to the good part of her book.

Obviously, as a Grey Warden, she's expected to blah blah recruit some young morons to get killed by either the Darkspawn or the Joining or the fact that they're Wardens and Wardens are marked for death. Whoopee. Duncan owes her big for this. She's back in the fucking Circle tower, she swore she'd never come here again even if they tried to drag her back with wild horses.

Greagoir is there. Fucking typical. And he's got his husband with him. "Hello, Greagoir," she grits out as she dismounts. "Hello, Irving."

"Hello, Jahenna," smiles Greagoir genially. "I assume you're not here to rejoin our ranks?"

She spits on the ground. "Very funny, you worthless creep. I'm here to recruit mages for the Wardens. There's a Blight on, in case you hadn't heard for some reason. Speaking of which, how's the weather up your own ass?"

Okay, there are aspects of being a Warden that she likes. Such as having carte blanche to tell people to go fuck themselves.