Dorian can see that Alistair has done the math and says it anyway, making eye contact before he drops a look down to the flopping form of Erimond, and then to Rachette. "Venhedis," he curses. Of all the Wardens, it had to be one he'd specifically intended to see back to Skyhold, and he doesn't even know Hercules.
He knows Benevenuta. He stops leaning on his staff, volunteering silent, clear in his posture. He is among those who constitute as 'able'. "There isn't time to lose. If we can get them while they're still scrambling--"
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Dorian can see that Alistair has done the math and says it anyway, making eye contact before he drops a look down to the flopping form of Erimond, and then to Rachette. "Venhedis," he curses. Of all the Wardens, it had to be one he'd specifically intended to see back to Skyhold, and he doesn't even know Hercules.
He knows Benevenuta. He stops leaning on his staff, volunteering silent, clear in his posture. He is among those who constitute as 'able'. "There isn't time to lose. If we can get them while they're still scrambling--"