somewhere in yet another abandoned warehouse...
Hawke: Alright, I've had about enough of these empty
warehouses, secret meetings, and random thugs jumping me as I'm traveling. Let
us just get what we came for and leave.. (hurriedly she approaches some stairs
not really paying attention in her rush)
Fenris: Occasionally they use these warehouses to store
things.. not just for secret meetings I'm sure.
Hawke: I can't remember the last warehouse I saw that actually did store things. I would kill
to see that... (Hawke continues at breakneck speed towards the stairs, annoyed at the prospect of more thugs
laying in wait for her)
Isabella: Careful there is a trap!.. (she yells trying to stop Hawke before it is to late)
Hawke: (stops mid-stride upon hearing Isabella's warning. Looks down only to see the tip of
her boot placed precariously on the edge of a pressure plate) Bloody maker Isabella could you give me a TAD more warning than THAT!?
Isabella: And miss the chance to see that look on your face? Oh, I think not.
Hawke: Just disable this thing so we can move on.
Isabella: (approaching the trap with much gusto and a flick of her hair she begins to disarm the trap)
Your such a slave driver! (the trap clicks) There, you happy now?
Fenris: That's in pretty bad taste, Isabella. Even for you.
Hawke: A slave driver, Isabella? Really? Did you just equivocate me asking you to disarm a simple trap to the
oppression of slavery? When Fenris is RIGHT HERE even. Really? (Hawke puts her
hands on her temples and rubs her forehead wearily) I swear Isabella, sometimes you really do have no tact. I should have brought Varric.
Isabella: (just smiles broadly at both of them, winking
in Fenris' general direction) Oh please, as if you two haven't played the runaway slave and the mage master when your locked in your bedchambers. Get over yourselves.
(Hawke and Fenris exchange uneasy glances and quickly look at their toes)
Hawke: *ahem* We should get going, no more traps I take it.
Isabella: (Laughs heartily) I knew IT!... no more traps miss mage, but maybe you should let the runaway slave lead from now on... I enjoy the view better.
Fenris: I swear Isabella, the way you run your mouth makes me wonder how your still alive most days.
Hawke: (nods at Fenris to take the lead. He steps in front of the party
obliging.) At least she is right about one thing, the view is better this way.
Fenris: (lingers a stare at Hawke who winks reassuredly, grunting and
readjusting his sword on his back he starts walking ahead of them ignoring the
sharp whistle from Isabella.) Let us move ON...
Modifié par Arquen, 18 mai 2011 - 01:07 .





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