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[doneisdone]

None come to mind.

[Maybe if she evades him long enough, he'll go away, and Flint will come back, or maybe all of them will sink into the sea and die and she won't have to care anymore.]

[hornswoggle]

Hm.

[ Undeterred by lack of enthusiasm: the John Silver story ]

Have you heard the one about the bear and the Chantry sister? It's very catchy.

[doneisdone]

[Her eyes glaze over as she continues eating and doesn't answer. She has a feeling she's going to hear it no matter what she says.]

[hornswoggle]

[ Good instincts, Teren.

However— ]

I'd have thought you'd be more interested, considering the song is about you.

[doneisdone]

[That gets her attention. Her eyes snap to him.]

What--

[hornswoggle]

Celebrating your valor, of course.

[ SURPRISE ]

[doneisdone]

[She narrows her eyes.]

You're full of shite.

[hornswoggle]

I'm absolutely sincere.

[ decisive scratch of pen on paper. what rhymes with both "teren" and "dragon" ]

[doneisdone]

Then sing it.

[hornswoggle]

I cannot sing something that's yet to be finished.

[ no sneak peeks ]

But if I do my work properly, you'll be hearing it in every tavern across the Free Marches.

[doneisdone]

[One claw-like finger stabs onto the parchment.]

Then you're full of shite.

[Is that pride at herself, for catching him out?]

[hornswoggle]

I can promise you, I'm very committed to this particular venture.

[ He will see this through out of spite alone, don't test hIM ]

Would you like a singing messenger to herald the finished draft around the Gallows?

[doneisdone]

I'd like you to go shove your head in a bucket.

[She finishes her meal and shoves the bowl aside, not getting up yet, since it takes a bit more energy than she has to storm off in a huff.]

[hornswoggle]

Ah, it's been some time since I've heard that.

[ Nostalgia. ]

Would you like me to leave your name out of it? Would you prefer to be a mystery?

[doneisdone]

I'd prefer that you go away. [Her voice has risen minutely. The threshold beyond which sharp objects start to appear is fast approaching.]

[hornswoggle]

[ Also a very familiar tone. This brings back so many fun memories.

But still, John knows when to cut his losses. He levers himself up, preferring to avoid a potential stabbing. ]

I'll send you a draft.

[ This is happening, sorry Teren. ]

[doneisdone]

Mmn.

[blood will be shed before this ordeal concludes]

action, for Barty as well.

[byblow]

[ Around a small bright fire in the dark Deep Roads, Alistair is lying on his back and tossing a little stone up to catch, over and over. ]

What do you think will happen when they run out of Archdemons?

[doneisdone]

[chewing on a small piece of tinder,]

Perhaps we'll become them.

[gentlecountry]

Not sure how much I likes the idea of being an Archdemons. Though it might be nice to be tall, just for a while.

[Archdemons are big, and while Barty is well-used to being the shortest, if not the smallest, person in any given room, just once he'd like to loom. Nobody respects dwarvish looming, really.]

No, I retracts that: could be fun. You know what they say; always be yourselfs, unless you cans be a dragon.

[byblow]

But these would be evil dragons. Leading hordes of murderous darkspawn. Destroying everything. And everyone.

[gentlecountry]

Well, ways I sees it, maybe dragons is just naturally evil. After all, we been tainted for years, ain't none of us evil, excepting miss Teren here on a productive day. [A nod, in deference to Teren's efficiency.] No, I expects what I'd do is I'd take my hordes of murderous darkspawns and go rampaging on other darkspawns.

[He gestures with a finger. There you have it.]

Cuts downs the numbers-like.

[doneisdone]

[A tiny smile quirks onto her lips at Barty's nod. He's not wrong.]

What makes a thing evil, anyway? Being at odds with us? [She cocks her head toward Alistair.]

[byblow]

Uhhhh, [ Alistair says, but it’s a sarcastic sort of uhhh, pretending to think about something that doesn’t actually require thought. ] Indiscriminate destruction of life? Sweeping through places killing everyone, down to the children?

[doneisdone]

[The twig in Teren's mouth changes direction as her mouth twitches into a little smirk.]

Is a Blight so much worse than an Exalted March?

[The archdemons doesn't need an advocate, but here she is anyway.]