(Bounty-hunting is an unfamiliar entry on Abby's to-do list. Even Isaac didn't ask them to target individuals, just the collective, and it's hard to know where to start or to know if it's even appropriate to take a horse and ride out, looking for her, this woman who is murdering people. The task seems hypocritical? C'mon, Riftwatch.
Whatever. Abby's got her orders. She hardly expects to run into her on the way to Sundermount when she is off-duty and not thinking about any kind of work, only walking to walk. The song on the breeze greets her first, Abby hearing it and looking for the source, finding it in a person who ventures up over the hill toward her, headed down the track. It's not strange to see out people out here. She lifts her chin at the woman in passing, a broad, big woman, even taller than her: a qunari. Abby sees her face for seconds. She keeps going.
A minute later she grounds to a halt, head up, turning—she can see her, still descending the track. One of her fucking horns is broken.)
Shit, (she breathes,) oh, fuck. Seriously?
(Why like this? Why Abby, who can't sneak to save her life, and is deeply aware of how obvious she's being even as she turns on her heel and starts to gently jog down after her, trying not to make too much noise. Is there even a plan, here? Hmm. Figuring it out on the go.)
baby I heard your bounty is HUGE
Whatever. Abby's got her orders. She hardly expects to run into her on the way to Sundermount when she is off-duty and not thinking about any kind of work, only walking to walk. The song on the breeze greets her first, Abby hearing it and looking for the source, finding it in a person who ventures up over the hill toward her, headed down the track. It's not strange to see out people out here. She lifts her chin at the woman in passing, a broad, big woman, even taller than her: a qunari. Abby sees her face for seconds. She keeps going.
A minute later she grounds to a halt, head up, turning—she can see her, still descending the track. One of her fucking horns is broken.)
Shit, (she breathes,) oh, fuck. Seriously?
(Why like this? Why Abby, who can't sneak to save her life, and is deeply aware of how obvious she's being even as she turns on her heel and starts to gently jog down after her, trying not to make too much noise. Is there even a plan, here? Hmm. Figuring it out on the go.)