I have moved and I've kept on moving, proved the points that I needed proving

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel Ashara, Morrigan, Salem Ghilain, Katniss Everdeen, Mal Reynolds, Sam Gareth, Merrill, Sina Dahlasanor (via sending crystals)
WHAT: Studying elven ruins in the Hinterlands
WHEN: End of Wintermarch
WHERE: The Hinterlands
NOTES: Some fighting, altogether Indiana Joneslike archaeology. Meaning it's not really archaeology, it's just fighting and mystical weird ancient places.

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[mythalenaste]

Not so vain; Pel relaxes and starts giving him those ear scritches, deftly avoiding slobber.

"He's fine. Or she." She's not sure which it is. Wait. She takes a peek underneath. "He," she confirms immediately and easily. She looks up at Mal with a smile. "Thank you for coming."

[aintwejust]

"He." Mal props his spear against his shoulder, peer'n down more at the dog than the Dalish. "He's a sucker for pretty girls. Keeps think'n if he's cute 'nuf they'll feed him."

A beat and he shrugs, settling down to sit next to her. "Me? I'm a sucker for work. Long as I get paid and what needs do'n gets done? I'm happy. Been 'round similar ruins 'nuf to know it ain't gonna be a walk in the park."

[mythalenaste]

"That bridge can't be crossed till we get there." Pel pats Jayne on the side. "I'm sorry I can't pay you more. The Inquisition is barely funding my research. Maybe that'll change, once we've brought back something they find useful."

[aintwejust]

"Coin's coin. It'll keep me fed for awhile, that's all I need. Him-" He nudges Jayne with a boot. "He finds his own food whether I want him to or not. Ain't no skin off my nose. Long as I don't end up neck deep in 'spawn or demons, we'll be fine."

[mythalenaste]

Pel delicately touches her nose at that turn of phrase. "Skin off your nose? Where does that come from? What would take skin off your nose?"

[aintwejust]

"I think it's somth'n close to putt'n your nose to the grindstone, but you do that when you care a whole lot. Not los'n skin means sure, you'll work, but you don't rightly care one way or t'other." He shrugs. "Least best way I can figure."