[She likes that he enjoys her sense of humor, meeting her blow by blow with some amusing interjection or another. Makes the whole journey more fun, knowing she'd in pleasant company.]
Don't forget the struggle of getting webbing out of your hair. I think I'd risk getting mauled by a bear than the ages it takes to wash out sticky webs. The poison is just the shining star on that shit cake.
[But then bear breath was particularly rancid as well, and bear claws hurt. She's sure this place has its own terrifying beasts about, but at least she's glad she won't have to deal with the particularly local brand of beasts that Thedas had to offer ever again. But she makes a musing sound as she considers his appearance again, curious.]
I thought so. I have a friend from home that's Dalish, but the markings were a dead giveaway as well. I knew of another elf with such but well, he's certainly not Dalish as far as I know, so I thought I'd at least ask first.
[Said other elf not having his markings by choice, but she leaves it at that note because even if he's sleeping Fenris' history isn't hers to tell. She nods for Sen to go on with his questions, though her eyes light up at the mention of Varric. Could it be possible? Wait, of course it could be possible, an opportunity like this is far too good for him not to be around snooping in it's business.]
Loves to twist everything he sees into yet another thrilling tale for his novels or to tell patrons at a bar? [She laughs, thinking of the stories she's heard him tell, the banter they've had over the years.] I've known him for years. Do you know him too, or are you just a passionate fan of his works?
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[She likes that he enjoys her sense of humor, meeting her blow by blow with some amusing interjection or another. Makes the whole journey more fun, knowing she'd in pleasant company.]
Don't forget the struggle of getting webbing out of your hair. I think I'd risk getting mauled by a bear than the ages it takes to wash out sticky webs. The poison is just the shining star on that shit cake.
[But then bear breath was particularly rancid as well, and bear claws hurt. She's sure this place has its own terrifying beasts about, but at least she's glad she won't have to deal with the particularly local brand of beasts that Thedas had to offer ever again. But she makes a musing sound as she considers his appearance again, curious.]
I thought so. I have a friend from home that's Dalish, but the markings were a dead giveaway as well. I knew of another elf with such but well, he's certainly not Dalish as far as I know, so I thought I'd at least ask first.
[Said other elf not having his markings by choice, but she leaves it at that note because even if he's sleeping Fenris' history isn't hers to tell. She nods for Sen to go on with his questions, though her eyes light up at the mention of Varric. Could it be possible? Wait, of course it could be possible, an opportunity like this is far too good for him not to be around snooping in it's business.]
Loves to twist everything he sees into yet another thrilling tale for his novels or to tell patrons at a bar? [She laughs, thinking of the stories she's heard him tell, the banter they've had over the years.] I've known him for years. Do you know him too, or are you just a passionate fan of his works?