Honestly, he should have known better. A wagon full of supplies. Guards riding at the four corners, plus one seated next to the driver. The sun going down. Snow. It just equaled disaster.
He knew, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity for a free ride to the next town, tired of walking through the ankle high - and getting higher - amount of snow covering the ground in every direction. Figuring that enough shit had happened to him that the Maker could lay off for one evening in ruining his life.
Fat nug of a chance.
"F-" There's a loud thunk as an arrow narrowly misses him, whizzing right by his leg. Dropping down to a knee, supplies rattling around in the wagon next to him, Garris lets fly at arrow in response, smirking when he hears a scream. No thud though - the snow softened the noise.
"Keep this baby movin'! We stop, that's it - we're surrounded."
4. He's pretty sure he's seen her before. Damn sure. Maybe it was the long, wavy black hair. The outfit - it does look familiar. Could be the fact that she's staring right back at him, pointedly making eye contact. Maybe.
Either way she's not making a move and neither is he. Not with this weather, and certainly not with this crowd. No way - Maker be damned - that he's losing his seat because someone was making eyes - killer eyes - at him. Nope, he's just going to lean back and enjoy the ale he had managed to get, or rather fight half the bar for.
5. Got a better idea? What's your favorite spot in the Hinterlands?
Garris Vakrie | Mass Effect | DA AU (Vigilante)
Honestly, he should have known better. A wagon full of supplies. Guards riding at the four corners, plus one seated next to the driver. The sun going down. Snow. It just equaled disaster.
He knew, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity for a free ride to the next town, tired of walking through the ankle high - and getting higher - amount of snow covering the ground in every direction. Figuring that enough shit had happened to him that the Maker could lay off for one evening in ruining his life.
Fat nug of a chance.
"F-" There's a loud thunk as an arrow narrowly misses him, whizzing right by his leg. Dropping down to a knee, supplies rattling around in the wagon next to him, Garris lets fly at arrow in response, smirking when he hears a scream. No thud though - the snow softened the noise.
"Keep this baby movin'! We stop, that's it - we're surrounded."
4.
He's pretty sure he's seen her before. Damn sure. Maybe it was the long, wavy black hair. The outfit - it does look familiar. Could be the fact that she's staring right back at him, pointedly making eye contact. Maybe.
Either way she's not making a move and neither is he. Not with this weather, and certainly not with this crowd. No way - Maker be damned - that he's losing his seat because someone was making eyes - killer eyes - at him. Nope, he's just going to lean back and enjoy the ale he had managed to get, or rather fight half the bar for.
5.
Got a better idea? What's your favorite spot in the Hinterlands?