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Dorian Pavus ([personal profile] cultivations) wrote in [personal profile] inachinashop 2021-02-15 10:17 am (UTC)

Dorian chuckles again, an eyebrow arching.

"My word," he says dryly, "you're right. We're completely spoiled for choices."

The Inquisitor has jogged ahead, the dwarves and Cassandra not too far behind. Evidently they're hunting strange gears made of foreign metals – Dorian hasn't been paying them much attention. He probably should, he realizes a little guiltily.

But he and the Iron Bull are something like kindred spirits, in this case. Evelyn seems in decent mood, though understandably wary, and Cassandra is— well. Cassandra, and thus, she's fine. He's not entirely sure why the Bull seems so uncomfortable, but he's exuding a vaguely anxious air, nevertheless. And meanwhile, a portion of Dorian's mind is currently dedicating itself to imagining them being overrun by darkspawn. If pressed, would he be able to remember the tinctures and tonics he and Alexius created to keep Felix alive? Would he be able to acquire the necessary ingredients in time to give any of them more time?

"All right, I'll humor you." He waves a hand imperiously. "And I'll allow you to start off, besides."

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