[ He cannot imagine Court. He refuses to imagine Court. He fully and
gladly cooperated in the premature end of an ages-old dynasty in exchange
for the right to never have to even consider the vague idea
of Court.
Apparently it's an evening for imagining things he doesn't want to
imagine, though. ]
Morrigan. Why? [ With anguish. ] We have all
suffered enough. We've earned the right to never, ever, ever think about
Oghren going nude again. Even you.
[ Anguish promptly evaporates, though, for sword talk. ]
Great. Thank you. I mean, he might say no, anyway, but I--thanks. [
This is weird. He clears his throat and tries to sound less like he's ten
years old himself. ] I don't plan to put him through drills or
anything, but I met a mage who carries a sword as well, and I thought it
might be good for him to know which end goes where, if he's ever in trouble.
no subject
Ah--not much. And only the commoners.
[ He cannot imagine Court. He refuses to imagine Court. He fully and gladly cooperated in the premature end of an ages-old dynasty in exchange for the right to never have to even consider the vague idea of Court.
Apparently it's an evening for imagining things he doesn't want to imagine, though. ]
Morrigan. Why? [ With anguish. ] We have all suffered enough. We've earned the right to never, ever, ever think about Oghren going nude again. Even you.
[ Anguish promptly evaporates, though, for sword talk. ]
Great. Thank you. I mean, he might say no, anyway, but I--thanks. [ This is weird. He clears his throat and tries to sound less like he's ten years old himself. ] I don't plan to put him through drills or anything, but I met a mage who carries a sword as well, and I thought it might be good for him to know which end goes where, if he's ever in trouble.