...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 ]

Comments

[deconsecrate]

The best blades often are, I've found. And you said you didn't fight with weapons.

[ You see how he transposed nouns there. ]

[homemademolotov]

I've learned to be flexible, too.

[deconsecrate]

And sharp.

[homemademolotov]

As you've already learned.

Do you need some cream for that?

[deconsecrate]

I think I'll manage. Although the beard may never really recover.

[homemademolotov]

I can't say I'm too sorry.

[deconsecrate]

Maybe a little?

[homemademolotov]

I'm the smallest possible measurement of sorry.

[deconsecrate]

Oh no, I see what you're trying to do. It's your turn to name the thing.

[homemademolotov]

No, I think it's too small to even have a name.

[deconsecrate]

I don't believe that for a second. If you can measure it, you can name it.

[ He has faith! And sass. ]

[homemademolotov]

Scientifically accurate. But maybe I don't want to.

[deconsecrate]

What an impasse!

[ Mourn. ]

[homemademolotov]

There are worse impasses. But I can't think of many.