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[questionablewit]

"I said I was sorry," Hawke groaned, for perhaps the fifth time. Her head hurt. Actually her everything hurt. Thank the Maker Alistair had come with them, that was for sure; his armor was much, much better than theirs.

Suspiciously better, actually, but she was holding that thought for later. Whatever the reason, he'd been able to take a number of hits that would have knocked the rest of them off their feet, and done worse damage besides. In those circumstances, she wasn't going to argue.

Not about the armor, at least. "Though technically the Orlesians call us turnips, and that dragon certainly wanted to eat us, so..."

[nobroth]

"So you think it was an Orlesian dragon? I suppose that would make sense, given the thing's attitude toward our fellow Fereldans."

It might not have been the best advised thing, but he still started unbuckling his gauntlets. He wanted air on some part of him, at least, and getting rid of those would be a start. As he flexed his fingers, he sighed. "Damnation, I hate dragons..."

And he hadn't even had to ring a gong this time. Just show up and bam, dragons.

"They're more forward in Kirkwall."

[questionablewit]

The armor she'd let pass, but this? She shot him a speculative, slightly incredulous look. "How many dragons have you run into?" she demanded. She'd already guessed the number was non-zero, given that he'd shouted out useful tactical advice at the time. "I wasn't aware they were such common household pests. Should I be ordering some powder or something to deter them?"

[nobroth]

"I, uh." It wasn't prevarication. His eyes were narrowed and he was trying to count just how many when he ended up shaking his head. "I couldn't tell you. A few, anyway, but I don't know if there's a way to deter them. What I can tell you is where there are little ones, there's a High Dragon somewhere nearby, and the one we fought today wasn't a High Dragon. So, we've not found the mother just yet."

Buckling his gauntlets together, he hung them from his belt, opposite his sword. "So we'll need to keep an eye on that quarry. She's nested around there somewhere."