#matanzedecuervos

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canutum: that high dragon is not for climbing duncan matanzadecuervos: get dow n from there right NOW young man I am calling your dead parents canutum: REALLY

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{ matanzadecuervos }

     ”Are we differentiating between the two now? Marvelous.           Forgive me if I don’t share you sentiment, but I’ll take my                victories where I can get them.”

                "Would you have us rest easy while the Archdemon still lives?"

Duncan speaks quietly, voice blank of any accusation or anger. He's calm, as he usually is.  "We may have recruited the Dalish to our cause, but the Blight is far from over, Zevran."

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"How do you Fereldans deal with these horrific, damp winters?" ;;matanzadecuervos

    “I've lived here for quite a while and I am still not sure. Heavy furs, I assume. Rivaini leathers are not the warmest — would I be correct to say neither are Antivan?”

     He's shivering, and trying to hide it. They need the mages to defeat the Blight, Duncan will have to endure another boat trip to Kinloch Hold. At least he came somewhat prepared, this time. The Commander had brought an old blanket, worn and tattered from travel. Seeing Ivari shivering in his spot (going back to the Circle couldn't be easy, no, not at all. Duncan had pulled that boy away from Templars, he doubted Surana would find it pleasant), he'd offered it to the elf mage.     So here his is. Freezing in the gentle rain, dark water splashing over the sides into the boat he and Zevran shared with the oarsman.