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"We could use the hide," she argued quietly with him, the deer oblivious to the conversation.  "And the meat will be a welcome addition to the stewpot." Farkas sighed in frustration.  "We already have all of that armor from that ruin, Khay, and the swords, and the tankards and the brooms and the ruined books-" "And you've been a very good sport," she whispered soothingly, patting her husband as he hunkered under the enormous weight.  "Now just let me get this deer, and we can go, all right?" He nodded grudgingly, and without further ado she took aim, grinning- A gust of wind pushed her arrow up just enough to whiz by the startled deer, wh

Ser Roderick stood uncertainly in the shade of the Gallows, book in hand, having forgotten what he was doing… Doing, doing, doing. He'd always been a man of action, joining the most holy order of Templars at twenty. The training had been rigorous, demanding, at times difficult to stomach, but he'd never run from hard work. It was important to remember that they had a duty, to the people and the innocents in theMarches, nay, anywhere, to… to… Remember. He remembered the day he'd taken his vows, young and strong, voice firm as he'd pledged his service to the Knight-Commander, to the Order, to Andraste herself. The other initiat

Listen to this while reading:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEPkpEFCsrM ************************* Kinnet Tabris stood on the shore of the Wounded Coast, the wind trying without success to pull her hair from its green leather tie. She'd heard whispers, rumors, the last words of a fool dying by her hand after he'd tried to kill her.  In the last four years she'd accumulated both notice and enemies far and wide- too many inquiries, too much notoriety, too many people who knew the story of the flame-haired Warden who'd once been a blushing bride in Denerim's Alienage, the girl who'd risen from the ashes of her destroyed f