Jan 27, 2019
krem&dorian, spur
Krem’s quiet evening went entirely to shit as Pavus dropped into the chair next to him. “Have you done it?”
“You’re back, then. The Chief around?”
“I’m sure I have no idea where the Iron Bull is,” Dorian lied. “Are you just as I left you, pining away?”
Krem sighed into his ale.
“You know,” Dorian continued, “had you listened to my advice at Wintersend, you wouldn’t be in this position now.”
“You’re one to talk about positions,” Krem sniped. Dorian ignored him. “Pavus, are you trying to annoy me into courting Scout Harding?”
“Perhaps,” said Dorian. “Would it work?”
