#dragontober

9:51 Dragon

 “There are no jobs right now.”

 “Well, that’s actual bullshit,” Len says as they flop into the couch Marcus kept in the office for the sole purpose of Len throwing themself onto it. He always humoured the dramatic actions Len had. He never said why, but the ring with the old crest Len once wore and once saw on Antoniette’s brother’s finger was telling in itself. “Not even that pirate?”

 “Admiral Isabela is busy with the Viscount of Kirkwall.” Marcus looks up with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want-“

 “Fuck no. I ain’t going near that guy. Every time he’s around, something happens. He was with the Champion and then the Inquisitor.” Len says instantly. “I just want money. Easy gold, not having to chase dragons or whatever.”

 “It’ll be hard to get money if you don’t,” Marcus says as he writes something down. “Monster slaying is what’s keeping us in the clear. That and pirating.”

 “What’s wrong with a good old-fashioned temple looting?” Len complains. 

 “The fact there may actually be Dalish Gods running around?” Marcus asks. Len rolls their eyes. The rumours of the Inquisitor’s fuck buddy being an elven god were weird.

 “Is there anything I can do to get things back to how they should be? Making me money?” Len complains.

 “Take a job from Varric Tethras,” Marcus jokes.

 “The day I do that, I pick a name and stick to it the rest of my life.” Len declares.

 “I’ll pay to see that!” Marcus laughs.

(A mission comes in on behalf of a noble Rivain a few months later. Marcus takes it, and the former Len is thrilled to actually be working.