[It wasn't exactly the kind of invitation that he was accustomed to, neither as an Arl's son or a Grey Warden, but it was certainly an Anders kind of invitation and - as with much of the mage's ridiculousness - it also wasn't something that Nathaniel could ignore.
The distinctly Ferelden smell hits him before he even opens the door, and he struggles valiantly to keep the faint smirk from becoming anything more than that as he observes what Anders has done with the room. Their numbers might be pitifully few now, but it didn't look as if any effort had been spared when it came to decoration.
So he smiles - or he does what passes for smiling for Nathaniel - and quirks one eyebrow in Anders' direction.]
I'd almost missed that smell. [Then, he almost laughs.] The number of mabari in Ferelden really doesn't account for it.
yes here I am!
The distinctly Ferelden smell hits him before he even opens the door, and he struggles valiantly to keep the faint smirk from becoming anything more than that as he observes what Anders has done with the room. Their numbers might be pitifully few now, but it didn't look as if any effort had been spared when it came to decoration.
So he smiles - or he does what passes for smiling for Nathaniel - and quirks one eyebrow in Anders' direction.]
I'd almost missed that smell. [Then, he almost laughs.] The number of mabari in Ferelden really doesn't account for it.