Thread: ≒ To the Scar in the Sky We March | Dragon Age Inquisition | sixlikesgore. ≓

RE To the Scar in the Sky We March Dragon Age Inquisition with sixlikesgore. As expected, the darker skinned woman had already taken care of the payment preparations before they'd even made their way to the Storm Coast, no doubt assuming that someone like Leila would sign Bull on without hesitating. As the male Qunari asked if they were hired, she was about to give a subtle nod, indicating that him and his Chargers were in fact hired on, when their Inquisitor's voice chimed in. She sunk back her nod, listening vaguely at the woman's words up until she heard her own name, and then the proposition that she'd given the much taller, and broaden man. At first, she thought she'd misheard the woman, replaying Lelia's words over in her mind just to make sure. When they rang again, hearing that word fight ring so effortlessly from the rogue's vocabulary, her face mimicked Solas' in all manner of confusion and shock. The warrior fell silent with the group, completely unsure of what to even say. Surely you're not.. she began, about to question the proposition until Lelia egged it further on. You are serious. I should have known, Cassandra grunted under her breath, her arms falling from their crossed posture to hang at her sides. It was a very good thing that the rogue had stayed so far away from the warrior, but if she was going to proceed with this spar, then the urge to throttle something would be useful. Hopefully. Against a Qunari of that size, the Seeker of Truth was extremely wary. One of the many reasons whys he was on the fence about the Inquisition assembling an alliance with him and his company if he so wished to lash out, what was stopping him? He clearly hadn't earned those scars from training exercises, and the eye patch.. At the sound of Iron Bull's voice, speaking her familiar title, she snapped to from her thoughts, just now realizing she'd been slightly lost in thought, her eyes scanning along the contours of his muscles. Glancing over her shoulder towards the two rogues who'd taken to making bids, she let out another grunt, turning her attention back to Bull. I don't think the Inquisitor's planning on leaving the Coast until I agree. Deespite her words, there was a small tone to her voice that hinted - even if only well enough for Bull to pick up on - she was slightly looking forward to this. Narrowing her gaze as she looked at the man, she slowly pulled her sword from her side, carrying it over to the trunk of a tree. Leaning her blade against it snugly, she did the same with her shield, the woman's eyes lingering on the Seeker's emblem for a moment before she turned to face her to-be opponent. As she approached him again, she slowly came to a stand still, arms relaxed at her side, as she sized him up once more. Are there any rules you'd like to implicate before we start, Iron Bull? she inquired, arching a delicate brow as she coiled her mind. They hadn't been in battle with a worthy opponent in a while, so her need for aggressive release was extremely high - the constant teaming up from the two rogues she was now around on a regular basis only added to the pent up emotion. I'd hate to cross a line. The elf who'd remained quiet ever since his vague introduction stirred slightly as he watched the Lady Seeker ready herself, and set out a base ground for rules. Holding his staff within both his hands, he leaned his weight mostly onto the weapon, eyes concentrating more so on the Ben-Hassrath than their own female warrior. He might not agree to have a drink, but getting a chance to see how the Qunari handled himself would prove useful, all in itself, even if he wasn't fond of the male's religious and life choices.