Yeah, falling asleep in Milliways is a bad idea, Sameth. You get weirdos with a habit of trouble and matchboxes containing crickets stuffed in their pockets.
*churrip, churrip, churrip* goes the cricket.
It's really loud. Like, the match box with the cricket was secretly tucked into the cushion by your head, loud.
*churrip, churrip, CHURRIP*
Teller? Oh, no. He didn't do anything. Why on Earth would you think that?
Ah, it is the prince. The one who fights against the dead. Or was trying to find the courage to do it.
Bless his heart. Horrid necromancers.
Despite her nature, she is capable of acting gentle, especially if it advances her goals in one way or another. That the dead remain dead is an important one. She places her hand on his forehead to check for fever (investigating that charter mark is a secondary concern), then asks, "Prince Sameth, are you feeling right?"
He's not sick, he just hasn't been taking care of him and so is the right temperature for someone who's fallen asleep by the fire.
His Charter Mark is slightly warmer and has a sense of great power behind it as he stirs, "Hm, yes, just a few more minutes. Won't be late for Petty Court."
He must be half asleep still. Sleeping in Milliways may not be a good idea, but it is not so bad when someone is watching over you.
She brings her current project over and sits in a nearby chair. She'll be contemplating her jar of sluglings and writing down some of her memories on a notepad while enjoying a beer and a meat pie. She can wait.
That mark was interesting... but she will find out more about it later.
People who fall asleep in Varric's drinking house of choice tend to wake up in their smallclothes on a ship halfway to Seheron. This place might be a couple of orders of magnitude nicer, but it's still a bar, and you don't take that kind of chance in bars in the dwarf's experience.
So, Sameth, you've got someone shaking you by the shoulder. Hope you don't mind.
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*churrip, churrip, churrip* goes the cricket.
It's really loud. Like, the match box with the cricket was secretly tucked into the cushion by your head, loud.
*churrip, churrip, CHURRIP*
Teller? Oh, no. He didn't do anything. Why on Earth would you think that?
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"Go away, Ellie, I'm asleep."
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There are now six of them hopping around, making horrible cricket noises.
Teller doesn't appear to notice. He's got his nose deep in an old paperback.
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"What was that?"
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Ah, it is the prince. The one who fights against the dead. Or was trying to find the courage to do it.
Bless his heart. Horrid necromancers.
Despite her nature, she is capable of acting gentle, especially if it advances her goals in one way or another. That the dead remain dead is an important one. She places her hand on his forehead to check for fever (investigating that charter mark is a secondary concern), then asks, "Prince Sameth, are you feeling right?"
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His Charter Mark is slightly warmer and has a sense of great power behind it as he stirs, "Hm, yes, just a few more minutes. Won't be late for Petty Court."
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He must be half asleep still. Sleeping in Milliways may not be a good idea, but it is not so bad when someone is watching over you.
She brings her current project over and sits in a nearby chair. She'll be contemplating her jar of sluglings and writing down some of her memories on a notepad while enjoying a beer and a meat pie. She can wait.
That mark was interesting... but she will find out more about it later.
Some things are worth the wait.
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He adjusts once more and ends up with his legs hanging off the back of the couch as a rat sighs at him.
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So, Sameth, you've got someone shaking you by the shoulder. Hope you don't mind.
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"Ellie, go away. I'm sick and can't do court."
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"Charter, I didn't mean to sleep here and I'm not sick."
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