Post by mark amell on May 27, 2014 13:13:18 GMT
| "enchanting items to fill the circle's coffers for the rest of my life?" he scoffs. "i think i'll pass. i don't think my poor dignity could take it. besides, people would probably like me better as-is than tranquil, especially if the chantry gets me reciting the chant of light." the horror. mark blinks at the new arrivals. "i'm guessing that one is your favorite." the templar who rolled his eyes seemed to be absurdly offended by the accusation. "what happened here, wardens?" the leader embellishes his question with a sneer. mark couldn't resist. "darkspawn broke in during broad daylight. we drove them out soon enough. no need to thank us." the man stands silently unimpressed. the apostate actually walks over to pat the tallest templar on the shoulder, which might have been a little awkward considering that mark is at least a head shorter. must have been the templar boots. it had to be the templar boots. mark is not short, not at all. "come on, ser templar. if taverns did not intend for the occasional property damage, then none of them would be selling alcohol. surely you remember what it was like to be young and invincible." the templar looks no less unimpressed. well, it was worth the shot. although mark probably should have anticipated that the young and invincible argument wouldn't go over so well with an order devoted to stamping out hedonism. GABRIEL CAZAL |  |
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