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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is prone to extreme paranoia anyway, he didn't need the castle's help in this. He's currently pacing through the halls, muttering in Arcanum under his breath. Oh, and he's glowing. As much as he hates his lyrium markings with all his heart and soul, they are useful in some things. At least his way is lit a little, with a soft blue glow.

He's still thoroughly pissed off with everything, though, as he dictates into the journal]

And to what end will there be in plunging us into darkness? Does it perhaps hope to pick us off one by one, whilst we are vulnerable? [He pauses, listening, he thought he heard some magic going on down that hallways :|]

Maker I hate this blighted hole.

[[ooc: Open or journal]]

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

I am not reading friend fiction of myself and Anders with her. Stop writing that.

[shipper_on_deck]

[a thoughtful look] I wasn't even thinking of that, but now that you've mentioned it...

[wolfuncaged]

[Firmly] NO, Isabela. You have had your fun with it, now enough.

[shipper_on_deck]

It's a perfectly good idea! You shouldn't waste it!

[and then she changes the subject, mostly because she knows he can't be persuaded.]

Do you have any flint? I could do with a bonfire right about now.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris sighs, rooting around in his little belt pocket things before, hazzah! A piece of flint]

What, exactly, are you going to set on fire within the castle?

[He's going to regret asking that, isn't he?]

[shipper_on_deck]

[yess, she'll palm that]

Oh, I don't know. Whatever I find. [a grin] You may volunteer Anders' manifestos if you so wish.

[wolfuncaged]

[Okay, THAT gets the smallest of smiles]

They do burn so very well, and he does have a lot of them.

[shipper_on_deck]

[:3c]

Do you know if he leaves copies in the books like usual?

[wolfuncaged]

It would not surprise me if he does. [Dryly] Anything to get the word out.

[shipper_on_deck]

Then I guess it's up to us to do some cleaning.

[starts walking towards the library? Or would it be Hawke's bookcase?]

[wolfuncaged]

[Both are prime locations for Anders and his blighted manifesto spreading]

We are doing the residents at large a favour.

[shipper_on_deck]

[then she's heading to the library! There are more books there and greater access to castle residents.

A laugh.] Then let's hope they aren't looking for something to burn as well.

[wolfuncaged]

[He snorts]

I do not think they are fools enough to make a pyre inside the castle.

[shipper_on_deck]

They might have fireplaces.

[hm] Or perhaps just open a few windows.

[wolfuncaged]

And let whatever is bound to attack us next in?

[Thoughtful pause]

Or perhaps, let it out.

[shipper_on_deck]

[grin] Is somebody getting spooked?

[wolfuncaged]

No, I am merely waiting for the inevitable. We are never at peace here for long.

[shipper_on_deck]

It's been rather quiet, don't you think?

[wolfuncaged]

Right up until this, you mean. [He gestures to the darkness and the general creepy around them]

[shipper_on_deck]

I suppose we're past due for trouble, then.

Think a bonfire would draw them out? [monsters or what-not]

[wolfuncaged]

It would seem as such.

...It seems to work on Darkspawn?

[shipper_on_deck]

We're hardly in some misbegotten cave, Fenris.

For one thing, there are no giant spiders here. [yet, anyway]

[wolfuncaged]

The castle could become a cave, if it were so inclined to do so.

No. Hawke and I did look for them, but this world seems sadly bereft of them.

[shipper_on_deck]

[le gasp] No giant spiders sinking their fangs into us? Whatever shall we do?

[wolfuncaged]

[Faint chuckle] I am sure we will eventually be attacked by Deep Stalkers or...something.