C H A M P I O N

“I heard from a dwarf that you’re the one to see about getting into the Deep Roads.”

“Necromancer, you say? My, what a cheery profession that must be. I’m sure you’re simply a blast to have at parties--actually, I have been to parties that ended with dead bodies, so perhaps you would be more useful there than I would first assume.”

“So, no hard feelings, right? It certainly was exciting the last time I saw you, but if you’re angry about how things turned out--well, that will certainly effect my travel plans.”

“So, you’re the arcanist, then? Interesting--if you don’t mind me asking, how is it you came by this profession? I mean, how do you study magic without being able to, well, access magic?”

“No, no, don’t say anything, let me guess--you have a problem, and I’m the only one who could possibly solve it, right? Maker, is somebody out there giving my name out to people?”

“Well, this is certainly a little bit awkward, isn’t it? I do believe the last time I saw you was after your Knight-Commander was killed by red lyrium--I mean, I suppose I helped kill her, but it was mainly the red lyrium, so I still say I’m innocent in the whole affair.”

“Now, how can I help you? Make it either profitable or very interesting, and I can almost assure you I will be willing to take up your cause.”

“You certainly do look like a good man to have at your back in a fight. To be honest, you seem like someone who could give that Qunari fellow a run for his money--you ever arm wrestle with him? I’d be interested to know the results.”

“So, Inquisitor, hm? Got a nice ring to it, I suppose. Have you gotten tired of having to solve everyone’s problems, yet? I found that got quite old after a while, myself.”

All right, I’m going to be working on starters for new followers (something I’ve fallen behind on lately whoops) but anyone is free to like this for a starter as well!

"Here's some chapstick for all that butt kissing"