It was hard to pinpoint exactly what he expected from the Champion of Kirkwall herself, though the reality was more or less consistent. Her fine features certainly weren't the most alluring thing about her as her innate swagger carried much of her charm on its shoulders. At the very least she could appreciate (or at the very least play along with) a wry sense of humor, if his off hand comment could even be called that.
His smile turned peevish as he considered her answer. She was sharp, that much he expected. He followed the pair towards the layout of food, snagging a handful of fatty bacon.
His smile turned peevish as he considered her answer. She was sharp, that much he expected. He followed the pair towards the layout of food, snagging a handful of fatty bacon.
Our hero once again. Will you wear a crown this time?He quickly followed his words with a jagged bite of bacon, before holding out a strip for the mabari just to see if he could smother their Maker-sent champion with any more irritation.
What's in it for you I wonder? The other wagging tongues are expecting a full report
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