"All those deep lords so chock full of sod that's all that ever comes out of their mouths anyway." He smiles around his cigarette, but it's a bitter expression, one that speaks of a great deal of familiarity with life in Orzammar. He takes the cigarette and flicks the ash away, growing quiet for a moment.
"Aeducan Thaig, Caridin's Cross, Bownammar in the Dead Trenches," he names them off idly. "Anywhere the darkspawn were, that's where we went." He looks at the burning ember on the end of the cigarette. "Never seemed to make a dent in their numbers, though they sure made a dent in ours."
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"All those deep lords so chock full of sod that's all that ever comes out of their mouths anyway." He smiles around his cigarette, but it's a bitter expression, one that speaks of a great deal of familiarity with life in Orzammar. He takes the cigarette and flicks the ash away, growing quiet for a moment.
"Aeducan Thaig, Caridin's Cross, Bownammar in the Dead Trenches," he names them off idly. "Anywhere the darkspawn were, that's where we went." He looks at the burning ember on the end of the cigarette. "Never seemed to make a dent in their numbers, though they sure made a dent in ours."