A dark space, lit with eerie green light. In front, four hovering pictures. Soft, instrumental music.
And two women, unconscious, in front of them.
A dark space, lit with eerie green light. In front, four hovering pictures. Soft, instrumental music.
And two women, unconscious, in front of them.
Garrett quickly finishes his drink. "Well, that's my cue to beg for forgiveness because my thickheadedness."
And he's off and out the door.
Anya is not touching any of that with a ten-foot pole. "Should we head off too...?"
"You could always join us in following Hawke around. We seem to go to every inch of Kirkwall."
"That would be really awesome. Though I have never really been in a fight in my life... which seems to be the done thing, apparently."
"Never? Huh. Definitely in the wrong place then. Don't worry too much, though. Vines looks tough enough to take on your load too."
"I'll need to use these rippling biceps for something. Benching you all seems like a good time."
She catches Anders' look, and sends him one right back.