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fandomtownies2011-12-12 11:33 am
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The Causeway, Monday Morning
So early Monday morning last week, Alistair had gotten a sudden and urgent missive from the Grey Wardens that his presence was required in Ferelden for a mission.
And, well, as far as the Grey Wardens went, he was a dutiful boy.
It had been a long week of darkspawn-killing and endless hikes through the forest (and without Duncan around, not that Alistair had been hoping he'd show up or anything), and he'd only been sent back on his way about a day and a half ago, and he hadn't even had a horse.
So: here was Alistair, wandering into town, darkspawn-blood-encrusted, wearing a new set of (more shiny) armor, and with powdered sugar falling on his head. ...Okay, the powdered sugar was actually not that bad--
"This tastes amazing!"
--stop plucking powdered sugar out of your hair, Alistair. Darkspawn blood.
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And, well, as far as the Grey Wardens went, he was a dutiful boy.
It had been a long week of darkspawn-killing and endless hikes through the forest (and without Duncan around, not that Alistair had been hoping he'd show up or anything), and he'd only been sent back on his way about a day and a half ago, and he hadn't even had a horse.
So: here was Alistair, wandering into town, darkspawn-blood-encrusted, wearing a new set of (more shiny) armor, and with powdered sugar falling on his head. ...Okay, the powdered sugar was actually not that bad--
"This tastes amazing!"
--stop plucking powdered sugar out of your hair, Alistair. Darkspawn blood.
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