May 21, 2023
Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it. / war of the foxes.
Looking back in the half-light of the tunnel's sconces at the young man who, in his own special way, was complaining while not complaining, Inara chuckled softly, the noise muted some by the strips of fabric they'd tied over their face to protect them from the dust slowly billowing from the newly-closed sections of Deep Roads they'd decided were too full of monsters to push through. "I do believe you've just summed up the entire history of the Grey Wardens, little bird," she told him with a soft hum. "Congratulations. It's certainly shorter-winded than anything Genetivi could write."