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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

Comments

[forcemageure]

Goodness. You sound like a member of the merchants' guild.

[ Literally all he knows about them is that they are a] ruthless and b] super dwarfy. He claps a hand over his chest, endlessly theatrical. ]

I'll be sure to return any borrowed materials in pristine condition.

[howcanihelp]

Do you know how hard it was to get those smuggled in? He deserved it.

[ she leans up and kisses his cheek on a whim ]

Good. I trust you won't disappoint me.

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke doesn't visibly startle; he almost never does any more even when it would be the 'correct' autonomic response, but he does reach up a hand reflexively to touch his cheek with the pads of his fingertips. Just for a second, but enough to be notable. ]

With such swift and terrible retribution within view? I wouldn't dare.