Well. At least he's not roomed with Anders. But he's stuck with Fenris and something tells him he's going to want to pull his hair out by the end of this trip.
Why did he volunteer to come, again?
Too late now. At least they have the tavern to themselves, more or less. Naturally, Carver's got himself nice and dry and now has an ale in hand, with two already in his stomach. In fact, it doesn't taste too bad, either. Then again, most things taste better than the Hanged Man's piss, but it still gets a decent grade in his book!
"Here's to making it here in one piece and in slightly better condition than a drowned rat." He raises his tankard before taking a swig.
II. City
For once, Carver's not in his armor. Oh he's still armed, don't get him wrong, just a lot less obviously so. It's nice to shed the Warden every now and then and just be Carver for a little bit. It's nice to be somewhere again where a lot of people don't recognize him on sight, so he can blend in and just go about his business. Most of which is just perusing the stalls for awhile, before he meanders off in the direction of the huge statues leading towards the fortress.
He admires them a bit, head canted as he studies their details and reads the little plaques that go with each one. He knows so little of Nevarran history. A lot of it is probably exaggerated and overblown, as so many stories and legends are, but he can still appreciate that somewhere in there is some truth.
"Nevarra makes grand statues of its heroes and generals. Kirkwall has - or had - slave statues. And Ferelden has statues of dogs." He chuckles a bit at the thought. "A country's taste in statues says a lot about it."
III. Necropolis - Closed to Bethany and Aleron
Let's take the tour, they said. It'll be fascinating, they said. Live a little, they said.
Well now look at how that's bloody turned out.
At least this time Carver brought the armor and sword along. He swings his sword off his back, slowly backing up as the undead shamble towards the group. He glances at Bethany, and being the little shit he is says, "Do I even need to say it?" Yeah, Bethany, if you think you're gonna live this down anytime soon, think again.
Carver Hawke
Well. At least he's not roomed with Anders. But he's stuck with Fenris and something tells him he's going to want to pull his hair out by the end of this trip.
Why did he volunteer to come, again?
Too late now. At least they have the tavern to themselves, more or less. Naturally, Carver's got himself nice and dry and now has an ale in hand, with two already in his stomach. In fact, it doesn't taste too bad, either. Then again, most things taste better than the Hanged Man's piss, but it still gets a decent grade in his book!
"Here's to making it here in one piece and in slightly better condition than a drowned rat." He raises his tankard before taking a swig.
II. City
For once, Carver's not in his armor. Oh he's still armed, don't get him wrong, just a lot less obviously so. It's nice to shed the Warden every now and then and just be Carver for a little bit. It's nice to be somewhere again where a lot of people don't recognize him on sight, so he can blend in and just go about his business. Most of which is just perusing the stalls for awhile, before he meanders off in the direction of the huge statues leading towards the fortress.
He admires them a bit, head canted as he studies their details and reads the little plaques that go with each one. He knows so little of Nevarran history. A lot of it is probably exaggerated and overblown, as so many stories and legends are, but he can still appreciate that somewhere in there is some truth.
"Nevarra makes grand statues of its heroes and generals. Kirkwall has - or had - slave statues. And Ferelden has statues of dogs." He chuckles a bit at the thought. "A country's taste in statues says a lot about it."
III. Necropolis - Closed to Bethany and Aleron
Let's take the tour, they said. It'll be fascinating, they said. Live a little, they said.
Well now look at how that's bloody turned out.
At least this time Carver brought the armor and sword along. He swings his sword off his back, slowly backing up as the undead shamble towards the group. He glances at Bethany, and being the little shit he is says, "Do I even need to say it?" Yeah, Bethany, if you think you're gonna live this down anytime soon, think again.