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fandomtownies2012-03-29 01:09 pm
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Chilly Boulder, Thursday Afternoon
Duncan's letters had been getting an awful lot more urgent lately. Talk about an upcoming war, and King Maric massing an army at Ostagar... it said a lot about the speed with which the darkspawn were moving. Duncan himself was relatively safe - going to visit a nobleman friend of his, Teyrn Cousland.
But that wasn't enough to keep Alistair from worrying.
And when Alistair worried, he did something about it, like... beating up on devilish demonspawn or cracking wise at whoever needed to be cracked wise at. Or eating.
There wasn't any demonspawn about, and he didn't really know anyone who could benefit from a few wisecracks but himself, so he was making the intelligent choice and opting for the latter.
Which would explain why Alistair was currently sitting at the front of Chilly Boulder with a bowl so full of ice cream, it should probably be named 'Fort Drakon of Creamed Ice' or something.
He was on a roll today.
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But that wasn't enough to keep Alistair from worrying.
And when Alistair worried, he did something about it, like... beating up on devilish demonspawn or cracking wise at whoever needed to be cracked wise at. Or eating.
There wasn't any demonspawn about, and he didn't really know anyone who could benefit from a few wisecracks but himself, so he was making the intelligent choice and opting for the latter.
Which would explain why Alistair was currently sitting at the front of Chilly Boulder with a bowl so full of ice cream, it should probably be named 'Fort Drakon of Creamed Ice' or something.
He was on a roll today.
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