kremdelacreme: (well shit)
Cʀᴇᴍɪsɪᴜs "Kʀᴇᴍ" Aᴄʟᴀssɪ ([personal profile] kremdelacreme) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2015-11-25 08:09 am (UTC)

Krem's chin presses against his knees as he thinks about that.

"Besides you and Lady Adelaide? Bull does. Stitches, I think Skinner, Dalish...not sure Rocky was paying attention when it came up. A couple of the other men do. Lady Trevelyan did. Outside of that? Not sure." It isn't like he was hiding it, but he doesn't go around talking about it unless it's indirect, casually or poking fun at someone else, usually the Iron Bull. Krem looks back at Adelaide again, then huffs and sits up. He wants his leathers back at the very least, but they still smell of bog and blood, aside from being damaged. He needs a bath, and will probably ask Adelaide to stand guard at the springs so that he can take a bit to scrub off the mud and corpse stink. They'll probably be in near constant use at that point by other people wanting the same thing though.

"Have you got a spare shirt?" he sighs, looking back at Sam with his nose wrinkled. "Didn't expect to need one while I was here so I kind of packed light."

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