The Inquisitor was sure to outfit everyone with new armor for this outing – something that covered them up entirely, with sturdy materials meant to withstand physical assault. Hardly fashionable, Dorian had noted.
The darkspawn are a problem, you see. Their blood carries the taint, can kill a man within a few hours or leave them fading and fading and fading for several days, wishing for death. Dorian saw it first hand, when Felix was at his worst, and while his and Alexius' combined efforts bought Felix months, then years of extra time, it was never enough. Felix had accepted his fate and suffered his sickness with aplomb – something Dorian doubts he would have been able to manage, were their roles switched – but he did suffer. There were no doubts about that.
So back at Skyhold, when the Inquisitor had asked him to come along on this mission, she had him with new armor and a face covering meant to protect him from accidentally ingesting darkspawn blood – sturdy cloth treated to be water-resistant. Dorian accepted it all without complaint.
He covers up his uneasiness with sarcastic jokes, facetious comments. He complains about the slowness of the lift, wonders aloud how it is that they never face normal-sized spiders, and worries about tripping over a stone and spraining his ankle.
Evelyn laughs, of course, but Dorian doubts he's making a very good impression on their guides, Shaper Valta and Lieutenant Renn.
The Inquisitor, Cassandra, and the two dwarves have taken the lead, wandering ahead and discussing the history of the Deep Roads and the Legion of the Dead. They're speaking about something called a "Titan," and Dorian had paid only a little bit of attention to their conversation earlier, though he knows he should probably have more to say on the topic. Instead, he's fallen behind, walking in step with the Iron Bull.
He nearly jumps in surprise when the Bull suddenly breaks the silence, but he has mind enough to let out a laugh at the man's suggestion.
"'I Spy'? Really?" His tone is bright – almost aggressively so. All this darkness, all the threat of darkspawn and earthquakes, has left everyone slightly out of sorts. "Is there even anything to 'spy' down here, aside from stone, stone, and more stone?"
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The Inquisitor was sure to outfit everyone with new armor for this outing – something that covered them up entirely, with sturdy materials meant to withstand physical assault. Hardly fashionable, Dorian had noted.
The darkspawn are a problem, you see. Their blood carries the taint, can kill a man within a few hours or leave them fading and fading and fading for several days, wishing for death. Dorian saw it first hand, when Felix was at his worst, and while his and Alexius' combined efforts bought Felix months, then years of extra time, it was never enough. Felix had accepted his fate and suffered his sickness with aplomb – something Dorian doubts he would have been able to manage, were their roles switched – but he did suffer. There were no doubts about that.
So back at Skyhold, when the Inquisitor had asked him to come along on this mission, she had him with new armor and a face covering meant to protect him from accidentally ingesting darkspawn blood – sturdy cloth treated to be water-resistant. Dorian accepted it all without complaint.
He covers up his uneasiness with sarcastic jokes, facetious comments. He complains about the slowness of the lift, wonders aloud how it is that they never face normal-sized spiders, and worries about tripping over a stone and spraining his ankle.
Evelyn laughs, of course, but Dorian doubts he's making a very good impression on their guides, Shaper Valta and Lieutenant Renn.
The Inquisitor, Cassandra, and the two dwarves have taken the lead, wandering ahead and discussing the history of the Deep Roads and the Legion of the Dead. They're speaking about something called a "Titan," and Dorian had paid only a little bit of attention to their conversation earlier, though he knows he should probably have more to say on the topic. Instead, he's fallen behind, walking in step with the Iron Bull.
He nearly jumps in surprise when the Bull suddenly breaks the silence, but he has mind enough to let out a laugh at the man's suggestion.
"'I Spy'? Really?" His tone is bright – almost aggressively so. All this darkness, all the threat of darkspawn and earthquakes, has left everyone slightly out of sorts. "Is there even anything to 'spy' down here, aside from stone, stone, and more stone?"