Whining about Abax. <3

[escutcheon]

Look here, mun;

I can deal with some things. No decent ale, fine. No blacksmith, also fine. Certainly nowhere to be pampered as is clearly my due at this point, which is a little irritating, but one makes do with what one has. HOWEVER, I draw the line at being made to jump from rooftop to rooftop, since I am clearly not absolutely barking mad and actually enjoy being largely intact thank you very much.

And another thing-- leather is not an acceptable substitute for real plate armour. Not. At all. Zero. Have you tried being heroic in flimsy hide clothing?

No?
Exactly. Don't do it. Doesn't block a single thing unless you plan to fight schoolgirls.

Bottom line: I deserve nice things for once. Several dozen, actually, but I'll settle for a half dozen minimum instead. So hop to it.

Comments

[disagreeable]

[Bad Cousland, bad. Though she probably shouldn't be coming up with ways to off other wardens, oops.]

I'm sure that could be rectified, just for you.

[Yes, it's most disagreeable. Even by her standards.]

[escutcheon]

[You just jelly she's stylin' on you. :3c]

Just for me? Really?
Oh, you shouldn't have.

[Like a boss sir.]

[disagreeable]

Don't think I'd do it for your benefit.

[This is Vel'ai beating a hasty retreat before she tries to poison/stab/otherwise harm one of the few remaining Grey Warden. Cousland might have won this battle, but she'd be back. Mark her words!]