( He hadn't known what to think, when he'd found the pumpkins with such familiar faces upon them.... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[The man's voice, when he speaks, carries a very distinctive accent. British, maybe? In actuality, it's a ~*Ferelden*~ accent, but hey: easy mistake to make. Furthermore, it's quick and obviously rambling, as though the man is a few shades shy of shrieking screaming in a very manly way.]

No no, this can't be. It was just a pinch, it couldn't have ( Read more... )