...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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[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. ]