He didn't want to go. He didn't want to go to this mansion and sign up with this Inquisition at all, not for a moment, not for a second, and yet there he was, hauling his trove of books with him in his cart from Val Royeaux to Halamshiral.
So what happens the moment he reaches the street where the Inquisition is currently taking up camp? He is attacked by a bear.
A Dancing Bear, who comes out of an alley and jumps up on his cart to - he isn't sure - rob him? Eat him? Try to bell him to death?
He doesn't wait to find out, instead falling backwards off the cart to find that his horse is making a run for it just as the bear leaps for him. He yelps, rolls on the cobblestones and yells, "I don't have fish!"
Yes, that's the first thing he yells, Orlesian accent thick. Followed by curses in every language in Thedas, as he starts to run up and down the street, ducking away from the bear. "Stop it! I will not be belled! Or murdered! OR MURDERED BY A BELL CAP!"
Adorable little children.
Awww, look at those little cherubs with their sticky hands and rich little perfect curls who are yelling because someone stole their ridiculous gold coins.
Lazare looks up from his book, then off towards the elf, then back towards the children, his own Orlesian accent crisp as he states to them, "Well, I would like to think that he's going to make a great deal more use of it than you .... so. No."
And yes, he's going right back to his book, thank you sooooo much.
Lazare Velare | OC | Native
He didn't want to go. He didn't want to go to this mansion and sign up with this Inquisition at all, not for a moment, not for a second, and yet there he was, hauling his trove of books with him in his cart from Val Royeaux to Halamshiral.
So what happens the moment he reaches the street where the Inquisition is currently taking up camp? He is attacked by a bear.
A Dancing Bear, who comes out of an alley and jumps up on his cart to - he isn't sure - rob him? Eat him? Try to bell him to death?
He doesn't wait to find out, instead falling backwards off the cart to find that his horse is making a run for it just as the bear leaps for him. He yelps, rolls on the cobblestones and yells, "I don't have fish!"
Yes, that's the first thing he yells, Orlesian accent thick. Followed by curses in every language in Thedas, as he starts to run up and down the street, ducking away from the bear. "Stop it! I will not be belled! Or murdered! OR MURDERED BY A BELL CAP!"
Adorable little children.
Awww, look at those little cherubs with their sticky hands and rich little perfect curls who are yelling because someone stole their ridiculous gold coins.
Lazare looks up from his book, then off towards the elf, then back towards the children, his own Orlesian accent crisp as he states to them, "Well, I would like to think that he's going to make a great deal more use of it than you .... so. No."
And yes, he's going right back to his book, thank you sooooo much.
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