"We need to find shelter."
Garrick frowned at his protégé's insistent proclamation, rubbing a gloved hand over his balding pate before replacing his helm. The dwarf raised his eyes heavenward; slate-gray clouds belched snow that clung to his thick beard like clumps of tiny white feathers.
Bale's complaints about the cold were rare, so long as he could sleep out of the wind, insulated against the mountain air by his griffin's warmth. The two shared a rare familiarity unseen among other Grey Wardens and their mounts. Even now, he stood, looking over the precipice into the valley below with Swift at his shoulder. She cooed low in her throat,
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Maggie Amell: Never Boring c10
Swinging by the kitchen to get a dish of cream for the kitten, I headed upstairs. Anders didn't answer his door when I knocked, so I left the saucer on the floor, pushed against the wall that separated our doors. Hopefully no one would step on it. Turning back to my room, I grabbed a copy of Orlesian legends off the shelf and curled up on my bed to read.
I was lying on my bed reading when I heard a door open outside, followed by a stream of curses. Someone knocked on my door a moment later.
"Come in," I shouted, adding "unless you're here to kill me. If you are, go away." The door opened and a moment later Anders peeked into my room.
Anders hated her from the moment they met. After all he had lost in the last twenty years, everything the Chantry and the Circle and the whole damned system had stolen from him… she seemed completely oblivious. She had managed to get out… not only that, she had managed to find her family again. And how did she react? By bickering with her brother and rolling her eyes about their overprotective mother.
Malina Hawke seemed to have no idea about how lucky she really was. And it drove him mad.
"We need your maps," she had said.
He waffled, not liking the idea of sending anyone into the Deep Roads. It was idiocy. They weren't Wardens
Varric had been right, there was plenty of work to go around so long as they knew where to look for it. Malina and Carver seemed to be even busier than when they were underpaid smugglers, although a year ago she would have said such a thing was impossible.
Always on the lookout for ways to make money, Malina was almost too occupied to think about the mage living below them in Darktown.
Almost.
"Maybe I should check in on him," she mused one day while they sat in the Hanged Man. A pirate, who had asked for help in a duel a few days earlier, was drinking with them.
"Who's that, kitten?" she asked, lazily swirling wine in her glass. "Someone fun
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