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. Iron Bull did not seem surprised to meet the rag-tag Inquisition party. He made no secret, after all, of his allegiance to the Ben-Hassrath, but had promised that the information would be a two-way street. Given his training, to have gathered this much facts was only to be expected. The tall Qunari allowed his gaze to survey each companion as they were introduced, greeting each with a friendly but dignified smile. His posture was relaxed, easygoing, but nevertheless it was hard for anyone to stare at all those rippling muscle and ginormous horns without feeling intimidated. It was to Cassandra that he directed his next remark, viridians gleaming with confidence. Your ambassador, what's her name, Josephine, we'll go through her and get the payments set up. Gold will take care of itself. He paused, catching on, Sounds like we are hired? His gaze swept the Inquisition party, but paying attention primarily to Leila and Cassandra. Leila, because she appeared to lead the group one way or another. Cassandra, because who haven't heard of the royal-blooded Seeker? Even if he didn't already have a file on her, he would have been able to tell by the stern arc of her brows alone - she was the responsible one in this party, and her words, no doubt, held the most sway over the devil-may-care Inquisitor. An Inquisitor that seemed to have already made up her mind in any event. So Bull, I'm going to call you Bull, I might just sign you and your chargers... She let the word trail off, silvers glinting mischievously as she took a step closer to the tall Qunari, jabbing at his impressive bicep with a finger. IF you can beat Cassandra here in a fight. Her grin equally impish, a giggle escaping her. Her mirth quickly fled at everyone's deadpan expression. With the exception of Varric, who looked greatly entertained by this turn of events. What! It will be fun right? Entertainment while everyone drinks? She protested, flailing her slender arm in emphasis. Letting the words sink in, attempting to sway their decisions otherwise. Bull looked at Cassandra, then at Leila, then at Cassandra again, before laughing heartily without the slightest hint of malice. I would never turn down a good sparring match, What do you say, Seeker? His eyes genuine, acknowledging her without the slightest hint of condescension. Odd, perhaps, coming from a Qunari male - after all, it was well known that Qunari women did not fight. But Bull's own lifestyle could hardly be described as following the rigorous ideals of the Qun, being a mercenary and all. Ooo this should be good, Leila murmured under her breath, her gaze shifting rapidly from the one to the other, her eyes burning with excitement. A step back, nudging the dwarf as she lowered her voice. A gold piece Cassandra beat him. Varric stroked his chin, despite his pathetic excuse of a beard. You are on - I bet they tie. What, that's not an option! The blonde rogue complained, crossing her arms as she pouted, but her lack of further protest indicating that she took the deal. Both the dwarf and the Inquisitor looked to Cassandra now, waited with bated breath. She was ever so serious, after all, and this was all the manners of foolish. Then again, the more time Leila spent with the austere Seeker, the more she realized that Cassandra was not incapable of humor, albeit of a rather dry variety. Perhaps there was hope yet?