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[inagutterson]

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[dashing]

Just so.

( Of course, if this wasn't medieval shenanigans ahoy, someone might also tell them that it was possible for lancing with poorly prepared equipment to worsen the situation considerably. Who knows how that might fit into the metaphor, but it seems appropriate. )

Thank you. ( Although she's still not saying anything. It makes the prospect of losing Cosima entirely too real, too— possible. )

A sharp eye would be appreciated, but if you have other duties you must attend to, I'd not deprive them of your focus.

[inagutterson]

[Excuse you, more than half his life on Gunnar's alchemy without dying, and you know that can't be good for him. Chugging water from the blacksmith and so forth.]

Pretty sure my boss here is too frazzled to know what one dwarf is doing and I doubt she'd match my name to my face, and the boss I care about isn't even in Kirkwall or Inquisition so have at it.

[dashing]

The boss you care about?

( cur...ious...

concerning view of duty but he is Her Buddy so she's refraining from commenting. he's figuring stuff out, she knows that much. )

[inagutterson]

I'm signed on to represent our company, the Boneflayers, so Melisende who's our battlemaster, leader, she what pays my wages and sorted that out with Liadan ever since I joined ten years ago [Herian does he look or sound old enough to have been a mercenary ten years, oh well you know Carta dwarves escaping Darktown life, can't be too unlike the alienage] so she's family.

Proper family. Not like...shit family.

[Carta family. He's spinning a lot of plates right now.]