Neve’s whole life is absurd right now, you guys.
I mean sure, being a private detective may have been her career choice, but it wasn’t like she was busting blood magic rings every week.
And yes, perhaps setting up shop in Docktown, the most hopeless quarter in Minrathous was a little optimistic.
And yeah, getting involved with the Shadow Dragons was a CHOICE (anything tied to Dorian Pavus was a CHOICE, lets be honest).
But not even the Shadow Dragons had seen Rook coming.
“Neve, I just freed like a hundred slaves and now half the Magisterium is really mad at me.”
“Neve, I joined famous author Varric Tethras on a quest to stop a god and now the sky is falling and there’s at least two more gods.”
“Neve, you know that famous mage killing crow assassin you mentioned? Let’s go get him.”
“Also he makes coffee and wonderful foods so he’s doubling as our cook now…yeah I know he’s versed in every poison in Thedas. So what? Eat your porridge.”
And its just getting worse. As they toddle away from the Grand Necropolis of Nevarra, Rook’s eyes are fixed on the back of SENIOR MOURN WATCHER Emmrich Volkarin, because apparently Rook asked “do you want to join our summer camp?” And the Mourn Watch said: “of course sounds like fun!”
Volkarin is talking excitedly to Bellara like the incredible nerds they are. And Rook is helping the skeleton butler carry what looks like three suitcases and half a library. Because of COURSE they are.
And their eyes remain fixed on the back of Volkarin’s coat. The way Rook’s eyes have been fixed on him all through their wild fight through the Grand Necropolis. A fact that nearly got Rook brained by Venatori several times.
“Rook,” Neve says, testing the waters.
The eyes Rook turns to her are as soft as a halla’s.
“Oh Maker,” Neve closes her own eyes against the oncoming headache.
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