Why is he still lost. If Varric ever hears about this he'll never see the end of it. He'll end up with a ball of string like Merrill's, although maybe that would be a good idea. She did seem to find it helpful. He glances back over his shoulder irritably at the sound of a voice, gives Nananea nothing more than a cursory glance -- then startles as he realises exactly what he just looked at.
How many eyes -- how many arms--
His hands are tugging the blades from his back before he even thinks about it. ]
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Why is he still lost. If Varric ever hears about this he'll never see the end of it. He'll end up with a ball of string like Merrill's, although maybe that would be a good idea. She did seem to find it helpful. He glances back over his shoulder irritably at the sound of a voice, gives Nananea nothing more than a cursory glance -- then startles as he realises exactly what he just looked at.
How many eyes -- how many arms--
His hands are tugging the blades from his back before he even thinks about it. ]
Stay back.
[ He instructs, in a less-than-friendly reply. ]