Retesting Voice;

[hawkethis]

Oh no, I'll have to insist you stop that right now. Didn't your mother ever tell you no sad faces were allowed at the dinner table? Harp on it constantly, if we're being honest with each other? Which, by the by, we're not. I would never say such things about my mother.

You could rival Fenris and Anders combined with that pout, but I'm afraid it's not in the least bit convincing. No, serrah, pouts and frowns and sad pitiful things absolutely do not work on me at all.

Don't you give me that look.

You know all you have to do is say the word. That's how a partnership works, isn't it? Though offering coin with the beck-and-call helps ease the sting a bit...that's not going to work, is it? Someday, perhaps. The point is, all this moping about like my shadow's this awful thing to stand in is ridiculous.

Maker, you're turning into my brother. If I asked nicely, would you stop?

Proactivity. Iniative. Yadda, yadda, do I sound authoritative enough to get you to listen yet?

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[spellmight]

No, I'm thinking more of Flemeth's daughter. And her voice is not that vastly deeper than yours.

Perhaps Anders may be able to give you some beneficial instruction? When he was drunk, he'd try emulating a woman's voice while telling stories and he sounded remarkably like her. It was practically eerie.

[ some things just have not changed. ]

[hawkethis]

Getting him drunk hasn't been...an option on the table, as of late. He's been quite the mum, and that's eerie enough.

Though it's an idea. [Interest piqued.] What stories were these, I wonder?

[spellmight]

Are you sure we are discussing the same Anders? I am almost doubtful.

His sixth escape attempt from the Circle, which, he says was simply for the sake of being in the company of a particular woman templar on the long journey back to the Tower.

Believe that or not, his impression of the woman was quite good!