"Tevinter," Lest she think the Qunari so credulous. In Par Vollen, it would only be another parable: The Ashkaari wandered through a desert, and came to a mountain that walked, and that's why you clean your teeth, "In desert."
The floor shudders and breathes. A hum in her own mouth to meet it, synchronizing before she thinks to notice; cuts off. Foolish to join a thing blind.
The floor pitches. The path falls underfoot. Their little platform of rock slips lower, falls again. But something gleams above them, tall if only for the distance; squat, and strange-armored, eyes aglow. A dwarf. A dwarf with a rope.
"Some exaggeration."
Gritted through her teeth. He throws down the line.
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The floor shudders and breathes. A hum in her own mouth to meet it, synchronizing before she thinks to notice; cuts off. Foolish to join a thing blind.
The floor pitches. The path falls underfoot. Their little platform of rock slips lower, falls again. But something gleams above them, tall if only for the distance; squat, and strange-armored, eyes aglow. A dwarf. A dwarf with a rope.
"Some exaggeration."
Gritted through her teeth. He throws down the line.