Absolutely Wankered

[font=Arial, serif][color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Not a Hero,” [/font][/color]was snapped back without hesitation, but the venom which had filled them had long worn out. Hero implied she’d sought out the danger when in fact it always landed outside her doorstep, like your best gear being shat on by a pigeon on a clear day. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif][color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“And I don’t suit crowns.”[/font][/color] Eyes narrowed shifting irritably, but the mage shook her head. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Part of the reason I didn’t want the Kirkwall gig.”[/font][/color] She eyed him while speaking, dividing her attention between him and the selection of food. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif]Khali indeed came close by, sniffing at the bacon before huffing through her muzzle. Aoife would sigh and the hound would snap the bacon clean out of Ronan’s hand. A grunt was all the appreciation he’d receive from the warbeast before she’d wander off and find her mistress a suitable seat. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif][color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Oh I dunno… maybe it’s because I don’t want everything reeking of fish or leather?”[/font][/color] She shrugged.[color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif] “I’ve no quarrel with the regular Antivan, just those who want to kill my friend and the Marches best chance of surviving this madness.” [/font][/color][/font]

[font=Arial, serif][color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Why?”[/font][/color] now he had her full attention, those azure eyes narrowingly slightly.[color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif] “What’s in it for you, Sunshine?”[/font][/color][/font]