[Jone, a six-foot woman with a (wait for it) poleaxe, is a fucking sucker for rifters, the nobly mannered, and anyone with a face as sweet as this bird. It's a contrast, as she is herself coarse, poorly born, and a Thedosian native. Still, she's played bodyguard before-- this is nothing new, except...]
[Well, she isn't usually thanked. Then again, she doesn't usually do this sort of work for free.]
[She smiles despite herself, all teeth and grin crooked.]
Who was I to say no? Denying you the sight of walking bloody corpses and Dalish knives? I'd not dream of it, luv.
ii.
[Well, she isn't usually thanked. Then again, she doesn't usually do this sort of work for free.]
[She smiles despite herself, all teeth and grin crooked.]
Who was I to say no? Denying you the sight of walking bloody corpses and Dalish knives? I'd not dream of it, luv.