[ Kaisa had been expecting complaints from this new batch of Wardens, and she's pleased that she's been saved from them, however it came to be. While she's bundled for the cold as well, she doesn't seem to mind it quite as badly as Scipio. It's colder than it usually was in Ferelden, but she has heavy armor and a good cloak, and that usually gets her through.
She gives a cheerful smile to him in return, and apparently doesn't feel as dissuaded as he is from talking. Scipio might come to regret this. ]
Well, I'm glad one of us knows how to pick locks. I can't do it worth shit, usually I just hit the lock until it falls off, which sounds well and good, but sometimes locks have nasty shit going on, you know? You're just standing there trying to kick a lock and suddenly there's a fireball and you've got singed brows and--Oh, there you go.
[ The chattering stops as the lock is successfully picked, and Scipio is rewarded with a solid pat on the back. She delicately moves the shutters up, and pokes her head in, looking around. ]
More climbing, ugh. Makes me wish I had a shield and I could just sled--do they sled in Antiva? Do you guys have enough snow to sled? Never mind, just stay a few paces behind me. If I fall, tell the other Wardens I died saving a bunch of orphans.
[ She slips inside, straightens, and begins the descent. Heavy armor and a massive sword don't make for easy climbing, so she takes it slow. Arriving at the corpse, she spares it a lookover to make sure it's not a Warden, then makes a vague sign with her hands. Then, with a foot, she carefully scoots the corpse over the side. Sorry, mate, not enough room for everyone. ]
Maker watch over your soul, ya poor bastard. We'll, uh. We'll do something for him when we get to the bottom--Shit. Do you sense that?
[ She turns to look at Scipio, eyes suddenly wary as her senses are pinged by the darkspawn. And the darkspawn, presumably, get pinged by her, as well. She gives a low hiss, pulling her sword out. ]
You've fought darkspawn before, right? Maker's asscheeks, this is a bad way to have to fight them.
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She gives a cheerful smile to him in return, and apparently doesn't feel as dissuaded as he is from talking. Scipio might come to regret this. ]
Well, I'm glad one of us knows how to pick locks. I can't do it worth shit, usually I just hit the lock until it falls off, which sounds well and good, but sometimes locks have nasty shit going on, you know? You're just standing there trying to kick a lock and suddenly there's a fireball and you've got singed brows and--Oh, there you go.
[ The chattering stops as the lock is successfully picked, and Scipio is rewarded with a solid pat on the back. She delicately moves the shutters up, and pokes her head in, looking around. ]
More climbing, ugh. Makes me wish I had a shield and I could just sled--do they sled in Antiva? Do you guys have enough snow to sled? Never mind, just stay a few paces behind me. If I fall, tell the other Wardens I died saving a bunch of orphans.
[ She slips inside, straightens, and begins the descent. Heavy armor and a massive sword don't make for easy climbing, so she takes it slow. Arriving at the corpse, she spares it a lookover to make sure it's not a Warden, then makes a vague sign with her hands. Then, with a foot, she carefully scoots the corpse over the side. Sorry, mate, not enough room for everyone. ]
Maker watch over your soul, ya poor bastard. We'll, uh. We'll do something for him when we get to the bottom--Shit. Do you sense that?
[ She turns to look at Scipio, eyes suddenly wary as her senses are pinged by the darkspawn. And the darkspawn, presumably, get pinged by her, as well. She gives a low hiss, pulling her sword out. ]
You've fought darkspawn before, right? Maker's asscheeks, this is a bad way to have to fight them.