Mahanon wouldn't really call Corypheus Hawke's responsibility. Both she and Varric had stated several time that the darkspawn was dead when they left him, so they couldn't know the damn thing could cheat death. Nevertheless it was really good to have someone who had faced him before, because the elven mage was honestly getting rather worried about all of this.
Wardens, of all people out there. It seemed so wrong, like one of those badly-written villain plots in the dwarf's books.
The elf busied himself by grabbing a plate and filling it with some of the available food. He looked a bit amused when she mentioned her cooking skills, gesturing a bit to the simple food with his spoon. "Remind me to introduce you to some Dalish cooking, if you think this is good." Not that he was the finest cook in the Free Marshes, but still. Herbs were a thing, people!
Placing the plate in his knee, Mahanon brushed back his white hair to get it away from his face before rubbing the back of his neck for good measure. Forever in the saddle gave you all kinds of little cricks, and going to the Western Approach was one of the longest journeys he'd been on.
Tasting the food, he gave a slightly content sigh and looked at Hawke again. "Varric told me you knew a Dalish?" The Inquisitor seemed a bit more curious, the slight cat-like gleam of his eyes reflecting the light of the fire about as pale as the rest of him.
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Date: 2015-05-27 05:24 pm (UTC)Wardens, of all people out there. It seemed so wrong, like one of those badly-written villain plots in the dwarf's books.
The elf busied himself by grabbing a plate and filling it with some of the available food. He looked a bit amused when she mentioned her cooking skills, gesturing a bit to the simple food with his spoon. "Remind me to introduce you to some Dalish cooking, if you think this is good." Not that he was the finest cook in the Free Marshes, but still. Herbs were a thing, people!
Placing the plate in his knee, Mahanon brushed back his white hair to get it away from his face before rubbing the back of his neck for good measure. Forever in the saddle gave you all kinds of little cricks, and going to the Western Approach was one of the longest journeys he'd been on.
Tasting the food, he gave a slightly content sigh and looked at Hawke again. "Varric told me you knew a Dalish?" The Inquisitor seemed a bit more curious, the slight cat-like gleam of his eyes reflecting the light of the fire about as pale as the rest of him.