[He's not really offended, but still, he feels he ought to say something to that affect. He's not skinny. He's a twunk, not a twink. It's a matter of working at it. That said: this is about the time he ought to just turn around and go to bed, but . . .
Instead, he falls into step next to Asterion, glancing down at the ground. Does he know how to hunt? He does not! He is not Dalish! This is not his arena! Which really makes you wonder what he's doing out here, but maybe it's that he doesn't feel like being alone just yet.]
How much blood do you need at minimum? A rabbit? A stag?
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[He's not really offended, but still, he feels he ought to say something to that affect. He's not skinny. He's a twunk, not a twink. It's a matter of working at it. That said: this is about the time he ought to just turn around and go to bed, but . . .
Instead, he falls into step next to Asterion, glancing down at the ground. Does he know how to hunt? He does not! He is not Dalish! This is not his arena! Which really makes you wonder what he's doing out here, but maybe it's that he doesn't feel like being alone just yet.]
How much blood do you need at minimum? A rabbit? A stag?