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Anders knew that he should have refused to follow Hawke into the deep roads the moment the charming rouge had insisted he come. But for whatever reason he didn't, and now they were trapped in the blighted deep roads with hardly enough supplies to last them another week. If he was going to place fault in someone it should rightly be Bartrand, but he was conveniently absent, so Anders chose to steer his glares towards Hawke.
"Quit it Blondie, if you keep making that face it might stick, and then how am I supposed to tell you from the broody elf?" It was perhaps past the time to make jokes, but for Varric is was a jerk-knee impulse. Better his voice than the heavy silence, right? Besides, Anders' sour face sure wasn't helping anything. The dwarf moved along at Hawke's side, toting his beloved crossbow, and the weight his brother's betrayal had left with him. They had to make it to the surface, if only to shove it in the smug bastard's bearded face.
"Hardly the time to jest, don't you think?" Anders shot back sourly. He could have gone on, verbalising the overhanging dread they all felt, but there was little point in it. There was sounds of a scuffle up ahead, and while Varric turned Bianca in his arms and Hawke took out his knives, Anders held up a hand.
"I don't sense any darkspawn," he said cautiously, eyes narrowed as he peered into the dark.
"Doesn't take a darkspawn to be dangerous," Varric commented, lowering Bianca without placing her to rest across his shoulders.
"Quit it Blondie, if you keep making that face it might stick, and then how am I supposed to tell you from the broody elf?" It was perhaps past the time to make jokes, but for Varric is was a jerk-knee impulse. Better his voice than the heavy silence, right? Besides, Anders' sour face sure wasn't helping anything. The dwarf moved along at Hawke's side, toting his beloved crossbow, and the weight his brother's betrayal had left with him. They had to make it to the surface, if only to shove it in the smug bastard's bearded face.
"Hardly the time to jest, don't you think?" Anders shot back sourly. He could have gone on, verbalising the overhanging dread they all felt, but there was little point in it. There was sounds of a scuffle up ahead, and while Varric turned Bianca in his arms and Hawke took out his knives, Anders held up a hand.
"I don't sense any darkspawn," he said cautiously, eyes narrowed as he peered into the dark.
"Doesn't take a darkspawn to be dangerous," Varric commented, lowering Bianca without placing her to rest across his shoulders.