Injured 17: RevealedThat's what I'm here for. To deliver unpleasant news and witty one-liners. - AlistairAlistair felt the welcome they received from this Dalish clan was no different than the elves they had met in Ferelden as he looked around the camp: completely silent save for the crackle of the fire burning in the center of the clearing. The only significant difference he faced was the lack of elves sick with the curse set on the human tribe responsible for the deaths of Zathrian's children. It seemed to be business as usualor at least what he assumed was business as usual in a Dalish clan.He watched as Gwyneth and Merrill approached a slight, olde
Injured 16: UnpreparedLook at that! A live one! What are the chances? - OghrenArais opened up her rucksack back at the Hanged Man, checking her supplies before she set off with the others for Sundermount. A roll of bandages and thread rested in the side pocket, and a pouch of herbs and powders, along with her mortar and pestle, were settled in a pocket on the inside with a half dozen empty flasks. There were plenty of health poulticesher reserve for when she was too spent to healbut when she checked the compartment for her lyrium potions, she found only one flask left She had used the last of her lyrium dust making her last batch of potions, so she w
Injured 15: ReasoningThe past is important, to you and to all of us. We must know it to move forward. - MerrillThe stone beneath Merrill's feet was warm where the sun washed over it as she, Isabela and Arais traveled through Hightown. She looked around in wonder at the stone buildings stretching toward the sky, vines hugging the outer walls in winding patterns. It reminded Merrill of the ruins near where her clan had been when she'd left, and a pang of homesickness twisted her heart. As they approached the outside of the Hawke estate, the door opened slowly, almost hesitantly, before Fenris crossed the threshold into the bustle of Hightown. Merrill's eyes fixed
Injured 14: DiversionFor one who professes to be a warrior, I find it remarkably weak-willed and indecisive. - ShaleGwyneth's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, a sign of a deep sleep that she seemed to have been denied lately. An Orlesian silk nightdress accentuated her curves, the delicate fabric disappearing beneath the blankets at her waist. Her hand lay on her belly, the dark skin contrasting sharply with the lilac color of the silk. Her head was turned in his direction, and if she were to wake up, there was no doubting he'd be dodging the dagger she kept under her pillow. Fenris wasn't entirely surprised this is where he had ended up after hours of w
Injured 13: RememberIt looks like they took him to some bolt hole on the Wounded Coast. I wonder if that's near the Injured Cliffs? The Limping Hills? Massive-Head-Trauma Bay? No? Just me? Forget I said anything. - HawkeA knock at her bedchamber door roused Gwyneth from a restless sleep. Images of Bethany's face ashen with the Blight haunted her dreams most nights, and this late afternoon's nap ended with no different a result. She opened her eyes slowly, smiling a little when amethyst met peridot."Mistress Hawke?" Bodahn's words were winded, clearly not used to climbing the stairs. "That pirate lass, Isabela, is downstairs. She says she has urgent news.""
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