[Before Alistair opens his journal, a loud yelp of surprise (that manages to sound equally incredulous) emanates from room 3138. Anyone within the vicinity has a gooood chance of hearing it.
[But before he can get any angry neighbors banging on his door, Alistair throws open his journal and addresses it.]
Ha haaaa! Veeeeeery funny, Zevran. I know
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[He was having a nice nap, too. Now. There's only one thing to do.]
Oh, it is. Even the brightest minds can't seem to discern what it means.
[... be a bitch.]
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Great. Just ... fantastic. When I find him....
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Wait a second. How do you know what it looks like?
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...
While you were sleeping.
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[FIRST SHALE. NOW THIS.]
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[He makes a low, rather miserable noise.]
I hope he didn't do that whole ... massaging thing. I would've woken up for that, right? Yes, I definitely would have woken up for that.
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Perhaps that was what happened.
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If he wanted me unconscious, I think he'd be more likely to poison me.
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[Narrow save. But at least he didn't say, "if I were to become king."]
But those are just guesses.
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Who is "us"?
And what 'things', exactly?
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[Well, one assassin. One that failed and ... subsequently joined them. But heeey, technicalities.]
You know, things. Things that might make someone want to kill someone else. I'm told there's a very wide variety.
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[Seriously. There's a lot of them -- or, wait. There weren't... But they're Grey Wardens.]
[That just doesn't make sense.]
... Like what?
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[The underlying anger in his voice upon saying that name is vvvery difficult to mistake.]
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As for the things, you can't really expect me to name them all! Why, there are people who will kill someone just for stealing their socks.
Not that I'd ever steal someone socks. That's why mine all have my name stitched on them. You can never be too careful.
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