[ the young man is a shifty thing, who with good reason looks frightened by the very tall qunari with a staff that crackles with electricity. He clutches the silverite dagger and flask of Antivan brandy, looking from stall to the one who had apprehended him.
Kaaras sighs. He was starting to regret choosing to stay out, and for what - watch over goods for little gratitude? Honestly, he was starting to regret leaving the Free Marches. Less mud and rain. ]
This can be very simple, just hand over the dagger and I promise not to electrocute you. Does that sound like a fair trade?
[ He has no intention of actually hitting him -- but the man hardly knows that. Regardless, he's convinced because a moment later, he puts the goods back with a terrified look and disappears into the night. Kaaras lowers his staff. Seeing nobody looking he picks up the brandy and takes a long pull from the bottle. ]
That wasn't so hard now, was it.
iii
[ of course, a bear wouldn't be so easily swayed from attacking. This one wasn't -- Kaaras didn't want to have to harm the beast that was only protecting its home, probably had a cub or two waiting for it.
But it was angry, and charging. He doesn't turn around, even knowing someone else is nearby. ]
You may want to stand clear for this.
[ It's all the warning they'll get as a blast of light rains down from his staff, towards the bear. It hits the animal with a loud roar of pain. ]
I'm sorry, friend.
4
[ It's been days since he's felt this dry, this warm. He's hunkered down near the fire, boots shed, by his bare feet. Would anyone be foolish enough to try and take his footwear? He didn't seem to notice if anyone happened to stare in his direction, and despite everything didn't mind the crowd or smells. His tankard was almost untouched -- Kaaras seemed more lost in his own thoughts at the time being. ]
Kaaras ( dragon age oc) tal vashoth mercenary
[ the young man is a shifty thing, who with good reason looks frightened by the very tall qunari with a staff that crackles with electricity. He clutches the silverite dagger and flask of Antivan brandy, looking from stall to the one who had apprehended him.
Kaaras sighs. He was starting to regret choosing to stay out, and for what - watch over goods for little gratitude? Honestly, he was starting to regret leaving the Free Marches. Less mud and rain. ]
This can be very simple, just hand over the dagger and I promise not to electrocute you. Does that sound like a fair trade?
[ He has no intention of actually hitting him -- but the man hardly knows that. Regardless, he's convinced because a moment later, he puts the goods back with a terrified look and disappears into the night. Kaaras lowers his staff. Seeing nobody looking he picks up the brandy and takes a long pull from the bottle. ]
That wasn't so hard now, was it.
iii
[ of course, a bear wouldn't be so easily swayed from attacking. This one wasn't -- Kaaras didn't want to have to harm the beast that was only protecting its home, probably had a cub or two waiting for it.
But it was angry, and charging. He doesn't turn around, even knowing someone else is nearby. ]
You may want to stand clear for this.
[ It's all the warning they'll get as a blast of light rains down from his staff, towards the bear. It hits the animal with a loud roar of pain. ]
I'm sorry, friend.
4
[ It's been days since he's felt this dry, this warm. He's hunkered down near the fire, boots shed, by his bare feet. Would anyone be foolish enough to try and take his footwear? He didn't seem to notice if anyone happened to stare in his direction, and despite everything didn't mind the crowd or smells. His tankard was almost untouched -- Kaaras seemed more lost in his own thoughts at the time being. ]