*Four very angry and tired looking inquisition recruits step out of the freezer carrying used cleaning supplies and one crate used to transport red lyrium for destruction*
Beren: Really? A red lyrium disposal crate? That was bit excessive, don't you think? Also, took you long enough.
Recruit 1: Go to hell, you bastard. I'm reporting you to Commander Cullen for making us clean that up.
Beren: First off, Cullen reports to me, so big whoop. Secondly, maybe next time you won't fall asleep on guard duty and get caught by me.
Recruit 4: Bite me, arsebiscuit.
*Beren laughs at the poor slobs and nonchalantly sips on his whiskey sour*
(sadly, the cookie dough was a complete loss)
ETA: ToP: Dis putting the mages in their place. Mr. Elfy Elf wasn't amused.






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