[font=Arial, serif]It took a great amount of effort not to smirk at the hoity toity Sister. This argument had already been going for a day or so, the woman had dug in and no amount of persuasion had been able to sway her out of it. Yet she’d come up against Hawke’s overly polite response to her jeering. It was a far cry from what she had to put up with Korr, and the demon found it amusing they riled the Chantry sister so. In that respect, mage and demon had allied some, Leaf pulling back on the demon’s desire to accidentally scald her hand when shaking. Too much, Korr, too much. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Eye softened on Sebastian as he agreed with her, unsure if that was the true distraction or not, but dismissed it for now. Aoife returned the General’s nod with a low bow of her own. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Tomorrow then,”[/font][/color] turning to show the infuriating witch the same but unwarranted courtesy, [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Messere’s.”[/font][/color] After the doors closed, she relaxed some. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“You were not kidding… I am going to have to be very, very well behaved if we ever have to dine with them at something.” [/font][/color][/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Chuckling, Aoife shook her head. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Don’t thank me yet, you still have to deal with her again tomorrow.”[/font][/color] Following his example, the Champion sank into a chair, her back resting deep into the back with a sigh.[color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif] “Sorry to call you out on not eating, but it was better than telling her to wheest, or I’d be letting Korr take her tongue. A joke, I swear. I wouldn’t actually let him take her tongue..”[/font][/color] Perhaps trap her in something by her Sister hood and leave her to struggle herself free or, mercifully, tire herself out for the good of the rest of them. Maybe, it was an option.[/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Too much planning was involved in such a thing regardless. The thought abandoned, she turned her attention back to him. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“... Want to go hit some stuff? Wake us up a bit? I can’t promise I won’t imagine a certain Sister being blown to meet the Maker.” [/font][/color]
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[font=Arial, serif]Eye softened on Sebastian as he agreed with her, unsure if that was the true distraction or not, but dismissed it for now. Aoife returned the General’s nod with a low bow of her own. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Tomorrow then,”[/font][/color] turning to show the infuriating witch the same but unwarranted courtesy, [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Messere’s.”[/font][/color] After the doors closed, she relaxed some. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“You were not kidding… I am going to have to be very, very well behaved if we ever have to dine with them at something.” [/font][/color][/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Chuckling, Aoife shook her head. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“Don’t thank me yet, you still have to deal with her again tomorrow.”[/font][/color] Following his example, the Champion sank into a chair, her back resting deep into the back with a sigh.[color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif] “Sorry to call you out on not eating, but it was better than telling her to wheest, or I’d be letting Korr take her tongue. A joke, I swear. I wouldn’t actually let him take her tongue..”[/font][/color] Perhaps trap her in something by her Sister hood and leave her to struggle herself free or, mercifully, tire herself out for the good of the rest of them. Maybe, it was an option.[/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Too much planning was involved in such a thing regardless. The thought abandoned, she turned her attention back to him. [color=#0074d9][font=Arial, serif]“... Want to go hit some stuff? Wake us up a bit? I can’t promise I won’t imagine a certain Sister being blown to meet the Maker.” [/font][/color]
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