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Varric does not like being underground.

He's said this before, plenty of times. It's a known fact. He hasn't mentioned it since five minutes after they stepped into the Deep Roads (how Blondie managed to secure those Gray Warden maps of the entrance he doesn't know, but he's grateful). It would be bad form, considering how much of this expedition was his idea in the first place.

But, Maker, it's been four days now- he thinks- and they're still picking their way downwards with no sign of treasure anywhere to distract him from the knowledge of just how much stone is positioned directly over his head. This... this is not his idea of a good thing.

They'd better find the good stuff soon. This is getting way too old for his liking.

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igetthatalot

"That's a lot of spider legs," says Varric, without looking up from removing the dragon's scales. "What would you do with them all? Some kind of festively hairy arrangement for the front door, to keep unwanted visitors away?"

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birdofkirkwall

"I think that would be more Fenris's area of expertise. Though, it would be amusing to see the reactions to some grotesque garland of them hung on the mantle."

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igetthatalot

"I'm sure your uncle would appreciate that," says Varric. "Isabela?"

"Hawke, there's some very fine armour here that just doesn't suit me at all," Isabela calls out from a shadowy corner of the room. "Looks about your size and shape, if I'm not mistaken."

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birdofkirkwall

"Lovely," Hawke chirps, then hisses as Merrill works on her arm. "I seem to have gotten a bit of dragon and darkspawn blood on mine."

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da2_npcs

"Well, it's certainly not going to be suitable for a dwarf," says Isabela. "No offense, Varric."

"None taken," Varric replies. "Excuse me a moment. I want to see where these stairs go."

Edited Date: 2013-12-15 09:07 pm (UTC)

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birdofkirkwall

Hawke nods, and as soon as Merrill deems the procedure done, she looks at her arm to find only some scarring. Thanking the elf with a ruffle of her hair, she stands and wanders over to wherever Isabela has sequestered herself.

"Find anything else interesting?"

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da2_npcs

"Some coin," Isabela says, "and a bow- looks Nevarran, if you ask me. Probably some dragon-hunter who wasn't quick enough with it. Oh, and a shield. I've no interest in that, but I know where I can sell the bow for a fine price."

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birdofkirkwall

Grinning, Hawke bumps her shoulder against the Pirate's gently.

"See? I knew it was a good thing to have you along, 'Bela."

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da2_npcs

"A profitable one, certainly," says Isabela as she returns the grin.

Varric's voice comes from up in the direction of the stairs he'd mentioned. "Hey, Hawke?" he calls. "I think we've found our passage. This goes right where we want it to, once you get past all the twenty-foot Paragon statues. We should go back and get Bodahn's boy."

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birdofkirkwall

"Good job," Hawke says from beside Isabela, already in the midst of changing out her armour for the set Isabela found. "Thankfully, we shouldn't run into any trouble on our way back."