Morrigan of the Korcari Wilds (Dragon Age: Orangutans)

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[chantry_escapee]

"It works better if you're polite," pointed out a young man down the bar.

"Just... just letting you know."

[sneakywtchthief]

"Does it, now?" Morrigan doesn't look up from where her tea has reluctantly showed up (a little cold) for a moment, so the voice doesn't register right away.

When it does, however, her lips curve into a smirk. Of course he would be here, looking like that.

"Blast and damnation," she mutters under her breath, taking a sip of the tepid tea.

"Well, I suppose the future King of Ferelden does like to think that he knows his manners."

[chantry_escapee]

He almost fell off the stool.

"W-what are you-- I don't know what you're-- I'm a templar! Or, um, training to be anyway. I don't have the first idea what you're talking about."

Yes, yes, he did but WHAT?!

[sneakywtchthief]

This is almost enough to cheer her up despite landing in this ridiculous bar.

Tormenting Alistair had become one of her favorite pasttimes in the camp, after all. It was even easier when he was younger.

"You don't honestly think," she drawls casually, "that nobody noticed your odd resemblance to Maric."