Thor:The Hanged ManVarric: So my friend how's Corrif's mead treating you?
Thor:
(downing the last of his drink) This drink, I like it...Another!
(throws down mug smashing it on the floor)Hawke:
(walking in with Fenris) Hello Varric, I see you have company.
Varric: And what company he is, guy drank Isabela under the table and kicked the asses of half a dozen slavers without breaking a sweat. The big guy might even give you a run for your money elf.
Fenris: I have no wish to find out.
Thor:
(eyeing Fenris' greatsword) You clearly are a warrior my friend. What are you called?
Fenris: I am Fenris. Who are -
(sent flying backwards by a strike from Mjölnir)Thor: I am Thor, son of Odin. I've heard tales of you Fenrir. You are the spawn of Loki, the wolf who seeks to destroy my father. I shall not let this come to pa-
(knocked out by a blast from Hawke's staff)Hawke: He tried Corrif's mead didn't he?
Varric: Only a couple mugs of it.
(notices Hawke's raised eyebrow) Alright, so it was more along the lines of twelve mugs, but he seemed alright.
Hawke: So when Fenris gets hammered by someone who is....hammered that counts as 'alright'?
Fenris:
(rubbing head) I am fine. It is him who should be worried.
Varric:
(sighs) I'll take care of him. You two go ahead and have a drink on my tab, stay away from the mead though I'd hate to see Tevinter here when he's grumpy.
Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 22 mai 2011 - 04:03 .