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"Hello, this is Hawke, saviour of the damned and defender of the weak - or something like that.
I seem to be absent, so, please, leave a note, letter or demand for money at your earliest convenience.
If Anders did something then I hope an apology will make it better. I'm sorry?"
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please state the day in the title!
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text - later.
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Besides, my nug is far too grumpy to mate. That's why I called it Fenris.
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I am sure this correlation makes perfect sense in your mind, so I will not question it! I will instead suggest you feed it on a healthy diet of lettuce, cabbage, carrots, and insect life.
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Can I also feed it the blood of my enemies or is that a little too macabre?
[ IT'S A JOKE. ]
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I do not know about "too macabre", but then, you know, I kill people for a living. I do think it would be a great deal of effort, however! What with the bottles and the stoppers and the correct labeling. Unless you are in the habit of killing people in your apartment? How you endanger your king of Ferelden! Where is your patriotism? Tsk tsk.
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Perhaps I could simply slit their throats over her water bowl? I'm sure Alistair wouldn't mind. He's used to blood and death.
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Yes, but usually not on his carpet. He has a surprisingly refined taste when it comes to interior design.
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Surprising for the song of royal blood?
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Surprising for the scent of royal blood. Who would have known it was so similar to wet mabari!
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There is nothing wrong with the scent of wet mabari.
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Ah, I forgot the Fereldan cultural tradition of scent-blindness. Do forgive.
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A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
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I've a question for you, if you'll humour me. Have you ever heard of 'coffee'?
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What, in the name of the Maker, is coffee? A plant?
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Brown, bitter water. What in the name of coffee is the Maker?
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In my experience brown water means nothing less than it should be avoided. Coffee is something else entirely? As for the Maker: he is the 'God' of our world, I suppose.
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Something else entirely. I was at length persuaded to try it, and it's nothing short of remarkable. Energizes, and lifts the spirits. I propose we attempt mixing it with 'chocolate'.
You've only one god, then?
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It sounds like some kind of potion, don't you think? Remarkable. I suppose you intend to tell me what 'chocolate' is as well?
Yes, I suppose we do. The Maker and his bride, Andraste.
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Chocolate is perhaps better enjoyed than described. Are you free on the morrow?
Curious, is this Andraste a god as well? The Maesters call ours seven in one, but each may as well be held separate. Simpler. Lets you ignore the bloody boring ones.
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Are you asking to court me, ser? I'm touched, truly. I am free, at your service.
As for Andraste - no, she is his wife and a prophet of the people. She became the spirit of the religion of my world and is worshipped alongside him.
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Alas, my lady, I've sworn vows. Yet there is a 'cafe' in Heimdall that tempts.
Not boring at all, then.
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A shame, then. A cafe would do us both good, I imagine, let us indulge and forget wars and religions for a time.
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His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
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Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
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It smells foul. The thick black smoke that rises about him carries the unmistakable stench of charred, rotting meat; though if he smells it, Jaime's stony expression gives no sign of flinching.
What's up? What's new with you? Oh, just barbecuing a severed hand. ]
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Turning towards the smell, nose flinching at the thick, black, charring smoke, Marian shakes her head until she catches sight of a familiar face - Jaime. Lips pursing, she heads over, quickly, expression darkening a little. ]
Are those your hopes and dreams you burn?