Im Great With Arrows

She nods back as she looks the way he pointed. She thinks she might have heard something one or two miles in that direction. Yavanna took her bow and readied herself in case of any trouble.   “ Alright, what are WE waiting for? Lead the way ”

“ Yeah? Well, anything is better than the cold of the mountains, in MY opinion ”   she said to Fenll, trying not to make a fuss about the fact she was actually trying her best to walk as normal as possible (he was right, the Deserts were not made for their kind— yet The People were nothing if not adaptable)   “ Besides, there’s plenty here to keep us busy! …We could try and find some water, for example. Surely the terrain will be nicer near a RIVER or a lagoon, or something ”

Dorian finally found himself able to sit down, the mass of Venatori that had been occupying one of the areas now laid dead around he and his companions. “A shame they wasted their lives for… this.” he spat, he didn’t look at their faces anymore. There was too big of a chance he’d recognize one of their faces. 

The Dalish archer jogged over, getting there too late for the action. He huffed before crossing his arms. “Always too late.” He looked down at the dead. “Venatori?” Honestly, they scared him. Looking up at Dorian, he lips pursed together. “Do you--- know any of them?”

Lace nearly doubled over in a fit of laughter at the image of some undead thing pulling Fenll from the tent not that any creature with half a head of sense would know better to test her. She might be small but she kept her arrows sharp and there was a knife in her boot. She wasn’t ever unprepared for anything. Wiping a tear from her eyes she gave him a smile “How much elfroot do you think we’ll need? Make sure we have some blood lotus in there as well and a few other things. We never know what were heading into but I’ll make sure to sleep next to a cooking pot and that way if something tries to drag you off we can whack ‘em and maybe we could take one back um er well ‘alive’ for them to study?.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being sent out too soon.” There would undoubtedly be another scouting mission before he probably wanted to go. Hopefully after a trip to the tavern. Leliana watched the arrow hit the target. A small, amused smile formed upon her lips. “Have a preference on your attacks?”

“I’m aware my presence may be too much for some, if I’m that much of a distraction I can leave. I may even take it as a complement.” There was no telling if that was the case or not, it was simply too good to pass up at the moment. Or any moment for that matter. “Ah. I don’t have experience with exes personally but that would be one way to deal with them.” Exes meant people got close, there weren’t many people he’d let that close. 

As much as he loved to watch Dorian walk away; he enjoyed him there. “No, please. I actually enjoy you here.” Mainly to stare at his face but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud. “You don’t have exs? You? Or are you a one night stand kinda guy?” A small chuckle came from the Dalish and skilled fingers worked on the string of his bow, tightening it slowly.

the particular location of that single arrow absolutely tickles alistair’s adoration for immature jokes , and he chuckles as he turns his head to look at the elf , his own sword training on hold . “ if you had gone to the tavern first , i doubt you would’ve managed to be such a magnificent shot . ” he glances over his shoulder at the tavern building . “ they serving good ale in there ?”

“Fair enough,” Sora allowed with a laugh. “There was a Tavern in the alienage in Val Chevin. Dirty little place and filled with all sorts of folk. It was the first real tavern I enjoyed. I think it was called The Pointed Ear. So, I’m not wholly heartless when it comes to taverns and other unruly meeting places.”

She thought of the Fallow Mire. She was educated; that much had been seen to especially when she was found to have magic. She knew of the Fallow Mire. But books only did so much justice. “What was it like? It doesn’t sound like very much fun… Did it rain? It never stopped raining on the Coast.”

Letha quirks a brow from where she perches on a nearby crate. In her lap is a half-finished sketch of the fortress, her fingertips stained black with charcoal. “Then… go to the tavern?” she responds, brows furrowed. If he was complaining about it, why not go right now? Seeing as he had enough free time to mutilate a poor training dummy. She turns back down to her drawing, adding, “Or just tell them you need a break.”

“It’s not that great,” Sora offered, so used to the taverns and haunts of her master in Minrathous. She had seen splendor albeit on her knees. Still, Sora couldn’t help but snort when the arrow struck gold (or rather jewels), and they went to collect arrows for Fenll.

“Where did you return from? I’ve recently come back from the Storm Coast.” 

He scoffed at their words. “Taverns are practically my home so-- they are great.” Giving a little bow of his head, he took the arrows and placed them back in his quiver. “Thank you. Ah; we just came back from scouting The Fallow Mire. Not a big fan.”

“Yelling is nothing,” Isabela shrugged. “I’ve had worse. They’ve stopped even bothering now.” Her eyes followed his movements, watching as he tended to his weapon. “Perhaps. But if you truly don’t want to go, don’t. Your job, granted, is very important, and I’m sure everyone is thankful, but I imagine it gets tiring.”

“Squeamish about a little undead now are we?” the dwarven scout spoke nudging his side as she came in. Lace had hardly a fan of them herself but she knew full well undead could be vanquished like anything else could. Rather she hoped they could and Scout Lace Harding wouldn’t show fear. They were still gathering supplies here and readying to go out. She was ready to go but she couldn’t leave without the proper team. “I won’t let them nibble on you but the Inquisition needs us. Mostly I need you my friend”

“So I’m sitting there, Elfroot on my titties--”