
This man is almost as insufferable as his horrible girlfriend.
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Can you imagine the sass that would come out of his mouth if Cassandra asked the Arishok (Who was a Sten when he traveled with the Hero of Ferelden) on how to track the Warden down?
“Put a kitten in a tree and Kadan will come running.”
“Take a six week detour to find the remains of an old woman you can cannibalize for healing powers. You will find each other while mutually lost in the mountains.”
“I recall them being fond of underground ruins that take a fortnight to navigate through and smell of rot and feces. You will likely find them trying to fix a doomed relationship.”
“Find yourself in the most tedious of misfortunes and Kadan will be there. Even if it means traveling across a country. Especially if it means traveling across a country.”

i always feel so bad when killing wolves, like they were trying to kill
me but they have these little whines when they die it’s horrible im a
horrible person
Imagine Merrill: as your diplomat, apologising for what a terrible mess we’re in and suggesting that you patch up the problem with a spot of tea and hugs.
Imagine Zevran: as your spymaster, who at every given opportunity will suggest sending assassins. Orlesian nobles having a land dispute in rift-ridden territory? Assassins. Chantry priests blaspheming your name and ruining your reputation? Assassins. Bears? Assassins.
Imagine Fenris: as your alarmingly grumpy commander, who never has had enough coffee and continuously has to put up with these two and their antics all day, and who counters every ridiculous suggestion of yours with a very curt: ‘No’.
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I hope you ‘ll like my potato Hawke as much as you like my muffin Lavellan 🙂