SyrumNeko

Dorian stood at the window, his window, the one he had claimed as soon as the library had been set up after their arrival from Haven, surrounded by the books he hid behind and the chair no one else dared sit in, very much alone.  No one came here, save the quiet elf who occasionally rearranged the books on the shelves and the tranquil mage who all but ignored his presence so long as he ignored hers.  The Inquisitor would, on occasion, stop by, but her visits were few and far between and the silence would stretch on without her.  He had left Tevinter, left his home, the people he cared for an the homeland he loved.  It was

Dorian hated dragons. He really, really hated dragons. Honestly, how could Bull be enjoying this as much as he was? Swinging that massive axe around and bellowing as he danced around the great winged beast. The mage huffed to himself and threw another fireball - because really, an ice dragon? How was something like that even supposed to exist? Still, the fire seemed to work well, particularly when it decided Bull was too easy a target and went charging after him instead, blasted thing! A wall of fire stopped it in it’s tracks, the beast roaring and turning to snap at Cole who got just that bit too close to the beast’s jaws for his