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She peered at the man -- the one adorned in richly armour. She couldn't help but to have this sense of recognition, a nagging feeling that she should know of this man.

Yet, the only name that sprung into her mind was one deemed impossible by her logic.

And thus she flashed a disarming smile and a respectful nod of her head. "Greetings, Ser."

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So Maric Followed Me...

"Ser, if your son told you I called him a pansy, I didn't mean it! I was just angry."

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#11: Our muses go to a party/dance together

Sandal couldn’t keep himself from making a small noise in wonder as he tagged along into the Grand Hall at Maric’s side. The sounds and sights and smells captivated him, more opulence—pearls and gold and shining shimmering silks—than he had ever seen before. ”Oooooooooh!”he exclaimed under his breath, loping along to keep up with Maric’s long strides. He had a pocketful of runed stones in his trousers, trinkets and cantrips to show off and amuse the Orlesian nobles, but for the moment, he found himself distracted by the party that was happening around them. He loped away from Maric’s side to stand before a table laden with all sorts of fruits and pastries, many of the platters only just below eye level, and he reached out to select one that looked particularly tasty and smelled of cinnamon. This far from the mountain, this far from the stones, the Song was quiet; the soft strains of melody were nearly drowned out completely by the music of the orchestra at the end of the Hall, which was like nothing he had ever heard before. He pushed the mask on his face back a little in order to take a bite of the pastry, and gaped at it in amazement. It was delicious. He grabbed another two of the pastries before Maric retrieved him from the table. The human sighed down at him a different Song an older Song in his words and breath and bloodand gently pushed the mask back down over Sandal’s beatific expression. Sandal frowned at him. ”It’s an itch,”he informed Maric, shifting the pastries to his right hand so that he could push up the mask to pointedly scratch his nose with the left.

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Alasair. Torania ran though the small fishing village. Alastair, They had found him. Here she was summoning help from all over and he ended up showing up in her own backyard. all of fereldon was her own backyard now. The queens leather armor was of highest quality make. The weapons on her back no less impressive A dagger that had once belonged to the grey warden duncon and a longsword that had once belonged to king maric. Alistair perfered to use his grey warden mentor's blade. Torania skidded to a halt in front of the tower that now served as a jail cell for the man who had turned up claiming to be king. A quick gesture to the guard and she was handed a key. The door opened and torania stepped inside ready to throw her arms around her husband. Then her whole body posture sagged. This was not Alistair

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