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[womanwhofights]

Well, at least this is a generous step up from the Underworld.

Anyone figure out if anyone or anything in particular is responsible for this whole fiasco?

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[misterhotpants]

My list at the moment consists of 'evil wizards' and 'angry gods'.

I'm open to suggestions, to say the least.

[womanwhofights]

Funnily enough, my list sounds the same.

[misterhotpants]

I always did like to match. Garrett Taliesin, incidentally, wanderer prince extraordinaire. Apparently I've wandered a little farther than usual, this time.

[womanwhofights]

[Pfffff. She knows a Garrett and a Taliesin. The latter was kind of a jerkface assassin that got a sword in the ribs, but hey whatever.]

All of us are a bit further from home than what might be considered appropriate. Good to see a few friendly faces out and about, though.

I'm Cousland, of the Grey Wardens. Nice to meet you.

[misterhotpants]

I can't say I disagree with you. The faces I've been running into the last few months have been distinctly unfriendly. It's always nice to take a break from people constantly wanting to murder you.

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Cousland of the Grey Wardens.

[womanwhofights]

Seconding that. Murder-y faces are the worst to wake up to.

[The knight makes an impatient waving motion with one hand.] Just Cousland, if you please. Lady Cousland makes me feel old.

[misterhotpants]

I take it you've had some experience with those kinds of faces?

Enu forbid! It was meant to make you feel pretty, but I don't suppose you need much help there anyway. [he says this in the self-deprecating tone of someone who isn't expecting to be taken seriously at all]

[womanwhofights]

A few. But they didn't tend to stick around long with a war dog attached to one leg.

One upon a time, I might've been flattered. That primping and wearing fine clothing thing more for the royal court ladies than a Warden. [She grins.] But I appreciate the effort.

[misterhotpants]

You have a war dog? So far all I've managed to pick up is a pygmy dragon, and he has more interest in attaching himself to my leg than anyone else's.

[He tilts his head curiously] 'Once upon a time'? And there's that Warden word again. If you're trying to make me curious about you, you're succeeding. [a sudden grin] Thanks, I try.

[womanwhofights]

Had a war dog, yes. Terrible, slobbery thing. [The grin on her face kind of ruins the 'I disapprove of this mutt' thing a little.] Always got into the supplies in the middle of the night if nobody was watching. Your dragon would likely have better manners.

Oh, you know. [Shrug.] The usual not-so-secret-knighthood-that-saves-the-world kind of business. Usually because the politicians and generals are busy pointing fingers at each other while monsters are knocking at the front door, but that's hardly news.

[misterhotpants]

[He is a dog person too, he understands] I wouldn't put any money you wanted to keep on that. Bubbles has a fondness for shoe leather. And anything else I like, actually - in fact, you might just say he has it out for me. Granted he was supposed to be keeping me locked up in a tower, but you'd think once he changed sides he'd get over all that.

I feel as though I should take some sort of offence to that, but I can't say you're not right. Does that mean I can call you Sir Cousland, though? Or are you going to insist on giving me ideas by being so familiar. [He is okay with being given ideas 8|]

[womanwhofights]

[She almost snickers at that name. Bubbles? Really?] You know how persnickety dragons can get. But at least he isn't trying to light your knickers on fire, yes?

Just Cousland will do. Or Warden, if you're feeling particularly prim and proper. [She is purposefully being obtuse. No ideas shall be given.]

[misterhotpants]

[The sociopath assassin named him okay he wasn't about to argue :'|] If only I could be so lucky. He went after the knickers once he got the boots. The thing is, he's not even a real dragon.

Ah. [a flicker of a smile] And I should take that to mean that I ought to remain idealess, then?

[womanwhofights]

Oh? What is he, a very small lizard?

That would be for the best. [Putting it mildly.] You can find better prospects for your ideas, I'm sure.

[misterhotpants]

A very large one, about waist high. The true dragons died out some time ago, which has been great for the world's magic, let me tell you. All we've left now are pygmies with a taste for prince-clothes.

[a mournful sigh] Not even here a week and already my mighty heart is broken.

[womanwhofights]

Maybe it's his way of telling you your clothes are out of fashion.

Yes, yes, I'm sure that'll heal itself up in no time at all. [Srsly dude, you could be related to a certain elf assassin she knows.] I recommend generous helpings of alcohol to remedy that problem.