...who let him even use the network, honestly

[deconsecrate]

[ Travelers, remember when you were recently informed about a terrifyingly organized group of dragons? And how this information was imparted in a manner grave, suitably solemn and noble and stuff?

...this probably won't be anything like that, just as a precaution. ]

Not to interrupt anyone's plans for the evening, but--

[ Hawke does not have any of them fancy image-sharing skills, so you're all just going to have to take his word on this. ]

I probably should let someone know there's herd of dragons on the move here, making a terrible mess of the tournament-grounds between Rivergard & Westgard. Bit bigger than the last ones, although not as many! Thank the Maker for small favors.

Does anyone know what you call a venery of dragons, by the way? I've always wondered*.

*[ no he hasn't ]

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[ ...just about any other subject matter and it still could be. But not even Hawke would cry 'dragon' without reason. Because he's from ...you know, an Age where Dragons are kind of a big deal. ]

...a horse and a half? I don't know, they won't exactly hold still for measuring.

[ SURE. ]

[inexecution]

Oh. [And then he has to do a mental calculation because until recently, horses were sort of a mythical creature to him]

That doesn't seem too bad. I think I can make it out there fairly quickly.

[It seemed a bit more important than what he was doing now, anyway]

I'll let people here know, in case they head this way.

[deconsecrate]

Well, if you're headed this way I wouldn't say no to a hand. Since apparently someone has to put a stop to this.

[inexecution]

I'll see what I can do. I may be able to convince a few men to come along.

[If he could find a way to convince them there were dragons coming that didn't involve 'the voice in my head told me so,' anyway. It might be a challenge.]

[deconsecrate]

Try frightening them with statistics about property value! That's worked well in my experience.

[inexecution]

Most of them were bandits until last week, I doubt they're worried much about that.

[But he'd try. If nothing else, their leader might not care to see her brand new Keep set on fire.]

[deconsecrate]

Why, what happened last week? Did it rain gold again? I always seem to miss that.

[inexecution]

Someone actually offered them gainful employment.

[Although he had to wonder how well that would stick.]

[deconsecrate]

Well. Everyone's got to have a job, haven't they?

[ Hawke spent a year as a smuggler! That was fun. (The fun kind of indentured servitude.) ]

[inexecution]

I suppose so. I'll just have to see if they want to add 'dragon slaying' to their list of skills.

[deconsecrate]

Who wouldn't? Offhand I can't think of anything more profitable, short of juggling small rodents while singing Orlesian ballads.

[ It is not this player's fault that that line is basically lifted straight from canon. ]

[inexecution]

Assuming you survive it, of course.

[Not that he's worried, but that's because he's got a ridiculous amount of tech and the Trumps' 'get out of death free' card on his side. The men he was going to try to convince... not so much.]

[deconsecrate]

If you don't, everyone loves a martyr.

[ ...Hawke. ]

[inexecution]

I suppose that's true, isn't it?

[deconsecrate]

Everyone wins!

[ If you imagined this to be accompanied with an exuberant arm gesture, you'd be right. ]