[ The clack-clack of dog nails makes Alistair lean sideways in his chair to see her better, smile rounding into a silent aww at the emergence of her droopy face. He hasn't yet righted himself and stopped watching her when he answers. ]
Small potatoes are great. The little ones you can eat like grapes? Amazing.
[ He takes a drink. ]
And then, uh...
[ Who does he dislike. Loghain? Already discussed. Nathaniel Howe? Brother in arms, bad form to bad-mouth to an outsider. Morrigan? Good mother to a child who is technically his son. ]
Maker. Everyone keeps winning me over. The ferryman first, and then there was a tavern keeper once who spit in my drink right in front of me. Five years ago. I didn't get a name. But I can track him down.
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Date: 2021-08-18 01:22 am (UTC)Small potatoes are great. The little ones you can eat like grapes? Amazing.
[ He takes a drink. ]
And then, uh...
[ Who does he dislike. Loghain? Already discussed. Nathaniel Howe? Brother in arms, bad form to bad-mouth to an outsider. Morrigan? Good mother to a child who is technically his son. ]
Maker. Everyone keeps winning me over. The ferryman first, and then there was a tavern keeper once who spit in my drink right in front of me. Five years ago. I didn't get a name. But I can track him down.