My Dragon Age-adventures continue by taking a small break from smooching Alistair to go save Redcliffe from itself - and from the absolute fuckery Jowan has unwittingly unleashed upon it. Emphasis on “unwittingly”, because Jowan has the brain-power of the fuzzy things that grow on moldy bread. FYI, Jowan, “friendship” is not an alternative spelling of “exploitative creepery”. twitter - patreon - store














