Practicality demands they keep going. Practicality demands that if they have a chance of surviving this, they need to find a means of escape as soon as possible – before the darkspawn find some alternate route, now that the beasts know they're here, before another quake collapses the ruins atop them.
Dorian has never been a particularly practical man, however, and while he knows the Bull is right, that doesn't meant that Dorian likes it.
He exhales sharply through his nose – a poor substitute for one of his more theatrical sighs – before he turns to continue on down the hallway. Still, he can't stop himself from demanding imperiously over his shoulder, "You will tell me when you need to stop."
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The argument is on the tip of his tongue, but—
Practicality demands they keep going. Practicality demands that if they have a chance of surviving this, they need to find a means of escape as soon as possible – before the darkspawn find some alternate route, now that the beasts know they're here, before another quake collapses the ruins atop them.
Dorian has never been a particularly practical man, however, and while he knows the Bull is right, that doesn't meant that Dorian likes it.
He exhales sharply through his nose – a poor substitute for one of his more theatrical sighs – before he turns to continue on down the hallway. Still, he can't stop himself from demanding imperiously over his shoulder, "You will tell me when you need to stop."