#spuckfeuer

Oh. Right. They rescued Nathaniel Howe, one of the friends of Anders no doubt. At least he thought maybe they were friends, Nathaniel didn’t seem too pleased with Anders on their meeting.

        He’s quiet for a little while, only speaking after glancing over at her with a raised brow.  “That’s stupid.”  He sounded… harsher than intended. Only once he realizes this do his features soften– as do his words. He didn’t mean to sound so… bland and careless (he DID care… that’s why he said something. He hated seeing his mistakes mirrored in others…)   “ See, I’m not the smartest… but I do know I gotta THINK before I do things. Don’t matter that I’m big– even if I were small, that kinda’ thinking could get people killed.  It HAS gotten people killed… Good people.”          He gestures lazily to the side of his face, scars scattered around his jaw, cheek and neck. Faint reminders of memories of explosions and shrapnel littered across his skin.  “ –Almost got myself killed a few times. ”    He sighs, letting his hand fall to his side as he leans back. Enough with the lecture– he’s sure she didn’t care for it. ‘Wasn’t his intention anyway… just…–His voice quiets a little. It becomes… gentle. Gentler than expected from such a beast of a man perhaps.  “… just…y’know… be careful, alright..?  I bet there’s lots of people who’d hate to see you get hurt or somethin’.  If nothin’ else, stay safe for their sake.”

HEY maybe some mabari slobber will help....!   I hear that stuffs good for the skin (and the heart!!), yanno ? 

I’m so.... Krem is the one flagging it I’m going w that.

    “Are you not drunk?” The bard chuckled, looking over at the indentations on the snow and deciding that they did not look anything like angels– just like someone had flailed about on the ground, which was likely what Bre had done. “I mean, a fair number of the people here are drunk, it would hardly be remiss to be inebriated at a party.” She took a few steps towards where the “snow angel” was, walking past it to a fresh patch of snow where she sat and prepared to lay back. “I think the guards have left by now. Care to join me?”

Her peach butt is adorable and he’s had the thought of nipping it lovingly before. Granted he’d never say that to her. He knows better. He keeps such thoughts PRIVATE.

          “  Y’know  ...  Greasin’ the bronto with your good ‘friend’.  ”    An INQUISITIVE STARE invades the Warden’s privacy.   Playing dumb won’t work.   Even a blind nug could see her look in her eyes when facing a certain someone.   The dwarf nudges her leg,  eager for a juicy answer.    “  Went well  ?  ”