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“I'm not built to crouch.” ~ Gunnar, DA:O timeline, and at 6'7", no he is not.

Morren could understand his silence.

"I won't tell." She assured him. It wasn't her secret to reveal. Unless it was an emergency, Gale could be assured that his secret was safe. If what he said was true and the orb in his chest would only get more usntable then eventually he would have to reveal himself to the group.

Well, he'd be in good company. Astarion was a vampire, Karlach also had something in her chest which was slowly killing her, Wyll's father was some sort of important ruler, Shadowheart worshipped a dark goddess and Lae'zel...well, she was Lae'zel. All of them had something beside their parasites which made things awkward. She was raised by wolves and had her soul bonded to a wolf. It was as if the universe contrived to pull them all together.

"I want to help, not because I think you're weak but..." she paused. How to word this. Calling them a pack didn't seem appropriate. Morren didn't have half of Gale's eloquence "We're friends, right? I don't want to leave you to suffer alone."

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"Very generous of you. Clearly your good looks are exceeded only by your generosity."

The sarcasm in Jasper's tone was thick. Of all the places in Thedas that Hawke could have chosen to meet this "Warden contact" of their's, why did it have to be some cave in the-arse-end-of-nowhere, Ferelden? Why couldn't they meet in say a nice tavern somewhere or hell why not bring the contact with him to Skyhold?

It probably wasn't personal, but Jasper couldn't help feeling like Hawke was doing this to deliberately annoy him.

And why was it always fucking raining in Crestwood? He never returned to camp anything but sodden to the skin. At least in that Hawke would be getting it just as badly as he was. Probably even worse considering his arm was mostly bare from the bicep to the forearm.

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Avery shot the healer a raised brow.

Granted, when she had arrived at Anders' clinic in Darktown the first time, she had only intended to get the maps to the Deep Roads and be on her way. Maybe she figured she'd run into Darktown's apostate healer again at some point but she hadn't intended to make him a near constant fixture in her life like Aveline or Varric. The Maker did love to shit on the best laid plans of his children.

Like having a discussion on exactly who would be accompanying her and Varric on their expedition when the time came. Why not suggest a Grey Warden? Anders may be in hiding from them but a Warden was still a Warden even if they didn't want it. Having someone who could sense darkspawn down in the dark passages could potentially could save lives. Add to the fact he was a healer and the choice seemed a no-brainer.

Avery did feel some sympathy for him. Darktown needed him as well. Who would willingly choose to walk into a pit of darkspawn on the glimmer of a promise that there was something else of worth to find?Only the desperate.

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Serra didn't think that there was much worse than being in the Deep Roads. The thought of travelling down into the bowels of the earth where the sun never reached was enough to make her tremble. Grey Warden's duty or not, she had not relished the idea of being in a place known for being overrun with darkspawn and who knew what else. A part of her had wanted to shove the request to find Paragon Branka back in the Assembly's face. Find a lone woman in a labrynth of tunnels when she had been missing for years? Finding a needle in a haystack would have been an easier task.

But they needed the dwarves to agree to uphold their end of the treaty and they couldn't do that without a ruler. It was a no win situation.

And then there was Oghren. Branka was his wife and probably had at least some insight into where they might be best looking but besides that? If she had been smarter she would have left him back in Orzammar.

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❝ go. now. i’ll hold them off. ❞ ~ Bran for Gwen (BG3)

The lycan paused, peering at the man curiously--- She seemed to hold no fear, not for the gnolls that chased her nor what lie within her own skull now. A brow rose. "Got another plan, if'n you're willin'..." They were gnolls. Aberrations. Though she found most life sacred, these weren't one of them.

A quickly muttered incantation, a flourish of fingers. Root and vine heeded her call, ensnaring furred legs, thorn and bramble piercing flesh and muscle. They were held in place, crying out in hideous tones against their restraints.

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Good mood? She supposes so. At least it's a much better mood than last few days. "Well I did see that cute kitty earlier. You know the one that everyone said I couldn't keep?" Head lits from one side to another as if she's thinking. "Plus I may or may not have eaten the last of the berries from the rations. But in my defense, they were near the point of going bad."