( Herian is just stunned enough to comply, before her upward tilt to sunlight and bird crap grinds to a halt, because quite honestly—
u fuckin wot, m8? Except more Starkhaven, and less whatever the Thedas equivalent to a bogan might be.
She frowns at the dark silhouette of Kirkwall's depressing architecture against at bright sky, and looks back to the person instructing her, who she is entirely certain is none whose service she is sworn to. )
I am a Knight Enchanter of the White Spire, ( Because, sure, that place is still functional and still matters. Mmhmm, ) returning to the Inquisition. Other matters demand me, I fear more urgent than the deadline you labour to. Surely there are many in Kirkwall who would be glad to assist.
ayyyyyy
u fuckin wot, m8? Except more Starkhaven, and less whatever the Thedas equivalent to a bogan might be.
She frowns at the dark silhouette of Kirkwall's depressing architecture against at bright sky, and looks back to the person instructing her, who she is entirely certain is none whose service she is sworn to. )
I am a Knight Enchanter of the White Spire, ( Because, sure, that place is still functional and still matters. Mmhmm, ) returning to the Inquisition. Other matters demand me, I fear more urgent than the deadline you labour to. Surely there are many in Kirkwall who would be glad to assist.