"An ambush, is it? Come out and face me!" he taunts good-naturedly. "Who is that? I should know who I'm about to exact my revenge on."
He can rule out spirit-possessed sylvan. That bush has feet and a hint of fair hair peeking between bare winter branches. When his attacker pops up with another snowball in hand, he finally gets a clear view of them.
"Is that--Alistair?" The King of Ferelden? The same King of Ferelden currently throwing snow at him like a boy at play?
But then he's too busy ducking the snowball whizzing at his head to give it much thought. He puts his foot wrong on the snow track and nearly skids, recovering with a stumble. Andraste, grant me grace. Or keep anyone from seeing me fall. "What, are you calling this some kind of training exercise?" he says on a laugh.
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He can rule out spirit-possessed sylvan. That bush has feet and a hint of fair hair peeking between bare winter branches. When his attacker pops up with another snowball in hand, he finally gets a clear view of them.
"Is that--Alistair?" The King of Ferelden? The same King of Ferelden currently throwing snow at him like a boy at play?
But then he's too busy ducking the snowball whizzing at his head to give it much thought. He puts his foot wrong on the snow track and nearly skids, recovering with a stumble. Andraste, grant me grace. Or keep anyone from seeing me fall. "What, are you calling this some kind of training exercise?" he says on a laugh.