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[It's night in the Hanged Man and the alcohol is flowing. There is racous out of tune singing...someone was crying...and Fenris is clutching a bottle of fine wine to his chest, rather like a kid with a favoured toy. Except that kids don't swig their toys or get steadily tipsier as the night progresses ( Read more... )

The good, the bad, the ugly, and the dear Maker what is that?

Or so they say.

Zevran usually didn't think much about that, he had enough things that made him scoff at the world at large, with the little frightened rabbits that hid, thinking they were safe, could be safe, would always be safe... But in places like Kirkwall - Auck, Kirkwall, ( Read more... )