Dorian shoots the Bull a look of alarm as his voice raises, and his gaze quickly darts to the rest of their party. He's not sure if they overheard, or if they even understand this conversation, but once again, Cassandra only glares at them while the Inquisitor discusses more history with Renn and Valta.
For a second, Dorian wishes the ground might open up and swallow him whole. There are certainly enough of those strange quakes that it might actually happen.
"I hate you," he quickly mumbles. Dorian feels he should call an end to the game now, but the Bull seems to be feeling better, and it would be immature of him, he thinks. Rather like a small boy bursting into tears and announcing he was taking his ball and going home when he doesn't get his way.
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Dorian shoots the Bull a look of alarm as his voice raises, and his gaze quickly darts to the rest of their party. He's not sure if they overheard, or if they even understand this conversation, but once again, Cassandra only glares at them while the Inquisitor discusses more history with Renn and Valta.
For a second, Dorian wishes the ground might open up and swallow him whole. There are certainly enough of those strange quakes that it might actually happen.
"I hate you," he quickly mumbles. Dorian feels he should call an end to the game now, but the Bull seems to be feeling better, and it would be immature of him, he thinks. Rather like a small boy bursting into tears and announcing he was taking his ball and going home when he doesn't get his way.
"I don't know. Is it my nose?"