weirdest thing about videogames is finding new clothing/armor for your character on dead NPCs like “its such a shame greg died but thank god his pants are just my size”
It’s such a shame this spider died. Good thing he was carrying pants, a helmet, and a sword.
“This wolf had five dollars!”
“This bear had a bear skin! Hey, this bear had two bear skins! Wait, did it steal the skin of another bear? Is there some kind of bear mafia, is that what’s going on here?”
“The Courtship of Inquisitor Lavellan, huh?” Varric sighed, tapping the blank paper on his desk with the back of his pen, “Why am I writing this again?”
“Because,” Bo paused, thinking of Inquisitor Ameridan and Telana, “I don’t want history to selectively forget the one person I did all this for.”
This is supposed to go with my fic about Bo and Mirial, but I’m too excited about this not to post it now, so consider this a sneak peek to The Courtship of Inquisitor Lavellan