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[doneisdone]

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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.]

[byblow]

I’ll fight them, too.

[doneisdone]

Of course you will, dear heart.

[Spoken with genuine tenderness. Terrifying.]

[gentlecountry]

[With the slightly panicked air of a man who woke up and found himself chest-deep in sinking mud, or something worse:]

So I was thinking roast mushrooms for dinners? I gots a nice herbs cheese to melts over it in my pack, been saving it for a peacefuls night.

[Stone save him.]

[byblow]

Shhh. You can't say it's peaceful. They'll attack out of spite.

[doneisdone]

[she drinks from her flask with a glance at Barty that verges on fond. there's no going back now. they're all going to die here like this]