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Marian sighs, leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed. It's been a long day. The world is at it again and she is quite frankly done with it all. She had helped with the Inquisition and returned to Kirkwall not long after, but only to find herself back to arms once again.

"You know...I would like the world to stop trying to end itself. Maybe we should just tell these elven gods to take in the scenery? Get to live a little instead of trying to start another Blight?" Of course she knew that couldn't be the case now, but as usual, the mage was bringing her humor to help ease the situation.

With this, she lightly elbows the person beside her. "What do you think? Good idea? Bad idea? I'm open to suggestions and critiques."

@rookmethis plotted with Nim!

Kaya at Rook's death : *looking at the corpse while being uncomfortable in the Necropolis, the things you do for loved friends* I hate you ..who is going to enchant my traps now ....*more quiet* I hate you for your customs , I hate that I have to accept that this will not condemn you to perdition, you should go in a glory of flames and join Andraste. You just had to die , didn't you *she sighs and stands up to kiss her forehead* Until we see each other again my dear friend, promise , I'll name an explosive trap after you : the necrocass ...Farewell and safe travels *wipes a tear away and makes room for the others*

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Cornelia had been barely paying attention, her mind filled with other darker thoughts.

Ventori bastards always managed to make her hackles rise. Fucking blood mage Tevinter supremicist bastards. It seemed that no matter how far she fled from the place or how hard she threw herself into her duties as a Warden, she would never be free of the bastards.

She was jolted from her morose thoughts when Kaya pointed out the cafe. Peering down she could see the couples at tables, small bouquets of roses adorning them. A few were chatting and others were doing somewhat more. She felt like a voyeur watching them from up high where they were oblivious.

"Let them be. They've just survived a blighted dragon trying to attack their city. I'd not be surprised if there's a small army of babies in the near future from all of the "thank the Maker we survived" sex."

"Here, gentle, don't move, don't breathe on it...that is if you wanna keep your fingers" - object given is an elemental mine that seems to be loaded

Give my muse an object || Accepting

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