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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]

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.

[shipper_on_deck]

I can't wait!

[grumble] At least those are somewhat edible.

[wolfuncaged]

Even if there were, quite possibly, the ugliest creatures we have ever had to deal with.

[shipper_on_deck]

Oh, I don't know. Some of the select specimens in those street gangs could give them a run for their gold.

[wolfuncaged]

Hmmm. The one with the funny eyeball was a little disturbing, I'll admit.

[shipper_on_deck]

That one? He was just hit on the head with the hilt of a dagger. And then a bar stool.

[wolfuncaged]

Now I have to ask, did you just witness that or were you an active part of it?

[shipper_on_deck]

[did you really need to ask?]

I helped. [a grin] The conk with the bar stool was courtesy of a fellow dissatisfied patron of the eminent house of questionable drinks and mysterious stew.

[wolfuncaged]

[No. No he did not]

Ah, I see. Well. That is one way for you to get a complaint across to them.