Sten could do it I think. He has big hands but he's not clumsy.
[Whereas Shale would just squish them. And if he has to call one of them beautiful then.... he'll do it while running for his life. From either one.]
He's drunk all the time. What do you expect? [Being smooth probably requires sobriety. And tact. Neither of which Oghren has. Although Zevran is just as good at making him turn red as the dwarf.]
Helping is one thing. But a lot of that felt more like they were just jerking us around to prove they could. Making Grey Wardens run their errands and fight their battles for them when they should have wanted to end the Blight as much as we do.
[Being asked to help defend Redcliffe or reclaim the Circle had been one thing, but helping Bhelen deceive people and slaughtering the Carta had been something else. That had seemed less like they were helping and more like they were being used to clean up a mess that no one else wanted to bother with. But maybe he's just letting his dislike of the new dwarven king and said king's tactics influence him.
Alistair snorts with amusement at the suggestion that Robyn and Aedan might be twins somewhere, trying to picture it a moment before pulling a face.]
Only if that means you're still in charge.
[Maybe then he'd be happier with how everything has gone since Ostagar. It certainly would have been an improvement in Orzammar. As they make their way towards the woods Alistair keeps his gaze fixed ahead rather than see the expression on Robyn's face as she looks up at him. She guesses immediately what choice Aedan made and he nods unhappily.]
Got it in one. [He sounds gloomily resigned, still unhappy about the decision.] We killed Caridin and left Branka with the Anvil. To keep sacrificing people. I didn't- [It doesn't matter what he did or didn't want. The decision had been made and he'd let it happen.] She promised we'd have golems to fight the darkspawn. But it wasn't the right thing to do. I know we're supposed to do whatever it takes but some things are going too far.
[As useful as they'd be, it isn't worth the price. Even Caridin had felt that way. And that was completely ignoring what Branka had done to her own household.]
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[Whereas Shale would just squish them. And if he has to call one of them beautiful then.... he'll do it while running for his life. From either one.]
He's drunk all the time. What do you expect? [Being smooth probably requires sobriety. And tact. Neither of which Oghren has. Although Zevran is just as good at making him turn red as the dwarf.]
Helping is one thing. But a lot of that felt more like they were just jerking us around to prove they could. Making Grey Wardens run their errands and fight their battles for them when they should have wanted to end the Blight as much as we do.
[Being asked to help defend Redcliffe or reclaim the Circle had been one thing, but helping Bhelen deceive people and slaughtering the Carta had been something else. That had seemed less like they were helping and more like they were being used to clean up a mess that no one else wanted to bother with. But maybe he's just letting his dislike of the new dwarven king and said king's tactics influence him.
Alistair snorts with amusement at the suggestion that Robyn and Aedan might be twins somewhere, trying to picture it a moment before pulling a face.]
Only if that means you're still in charge.
[Maybe then he'd be happier with how everything has gone since Ostagar. It certainly would have been an improvement in Orzammar. As they make their way towards the woods Alistair keeps his gaze fixed ahead rather than see the expression on Robyn's face as she looks up at him. She guesses immediately what choice Aedan made and he nods unhappily.]
Got it in one. [He sounds gloomily resigned, still unhappy about the decision.] We killed Caridin and left Branka with the Anvil. To keep sacrificing people. I didn't- [It doesn't matter what he did or didn't want. The decision had been made and he'd let it happen.] She promised we'd have golems to fight the darkspawn. But it wasn't the right thing to do. I know we're supposed to do whatever it takes but some things are going too far.
[As useful as they'd be, it isn't worth the price. Even Caridin had felt that way. And that was completely ignoring what Branka had done to her own household.]