
“If you’re going to continue to stare at me…”
Any pleasantness that’s rubbed off on him over the
years he’s spent travelling with his companions is
well and truly forgotten in this moment. He has
better things to worry about, after all. Like missing
witches and children with the souls of Old Gods,
for instance.
"Perhaps you can answer me a few questions.“
"Sorry, princeling. My eyes are dim and rheumy from the lap of nobility. The Chantry here in Kirkwall is of an...