1. He'd thought things seemed a little quiet. At first Anders had chalked it up to the patrols he'd been avoiding - some of them seemed fixated on killing nearly everything that moved and skinning it - but he'd been wrong.
So wrong.
He's got three massive bears on his tail and he's running, because bears, which means he's not entirely watching where he's going like he should be and he nearly runs someone over.
"Bears!" His shout is breathless - he's been on the run for quite some time, but most of that hasn't actually been running - and while he needs to be careful when there's so much activity in the area, Anders isn't quite so far gone that he's going to drop his own troubles on someone else, quite literally. "Run!"
If the person has time to really observe the mage that's just almost trampled them, they'll see someone haggard-looking, with threadbare robes, carrying a (deliberately) nondescript staff. They'll also, if they're watching, see him cast ice between oncoming bears and their targets, because slowing them down might be a good idea here.
--
5. "I don't suppose you've seen any royal elfroot in the area?" The speaker looks exhausted, is exhausted. He should probably leave the Hinterlands soon as by the day it's getting more and more busy. Anders had come here for a short break while he gathered royal and regular elfroot and generally resupplied, but there's been templars and a short but terrifying run-in with a dragon up north. Break is the opposite of what he's found, along with a few of the more difficult-to-find herbs. At least he has elfroot aplenty.
"I've crystal grace I could trade for it." Theoretically, he doesn't look too threatening. His brown robes are threadbare, his face shows the difficulty of these last couple of years, and his staff is on his back, not in his hand. In reality, he's got company that's very close to the surface anymore, and Anders knows full well how deadly he can be. He's been deadly, on this path.
Anders | Dragon Age Native | 1 & 5 (I'll switch to brackets if you like!)
So wrong.
He's got three massive bears on his tail and he's running, because bears, which means he's not entirely watching where he's going like he should be and he nearly runs someone over.
"Bears!" His shout is breathless - he's been on the run for quite some time, but most of that hasn't actually been running - and while he needs to be careful when there's so much activity in the area, Anders isn't quite so far gone that he's going to drop his own troubles on someone else, quite literally. "Run!"
If the person has time to really observe the mage that's just almost trampled them, they'll see someone haggard-looking, with threadbare robes, carrying a (deliberately) nondescript staff. They'll also, if they're watching, see him cast ice between oncoming bears and their targets, because slowing them down might be a good idea here.
--
5. "I don't suppose you've seen any royal elfroot in the area?" The speaker looks exhausted, is exhausted. He should probably leave the Hinterlands soon as by the day it's getting more and more busy. Anders had come here for a short break while he gathered royal and regular elfroot and generally resupplied, but there's been templars and a short but terrifying run-in with a dragon up north. Break is the opposite of what he's found, along with a few of the more difficult-to-find herbs. At least he has elfroot aplenty.
"I've crystal grace I could trade for it." Theoretically, he doesn't look too threatening. His brown robes are threadbare, his face shows the difficulty of these last couple of years, and his staff is on his back, not in his hand. In reality, he's got company that's very close to the surface anymore, and Anders knows full well how deadly he can be. He's been deadly, on this path.