[ Half-busy with wisp nonsense, Kostos pauses to say, ] I remember, [ in case Nell doesn't. He's much better with cities than wilderness. There are no lions in cities. ]
Toward the tower. The one that is falling over.
[ Or not falling over, as it were, because of Tevinters and their fancy architectural stop-gaps. But it looks like it is about to fall over, forever.
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Toward the tower. The one that is falling over.
[ Or not falling over, as it were, because of Tevinters and their fancy architectural stop-gaps. But it looks like it is about to fall over, forever.
To Nell: ] When it's clear—
[ If it clears. It might not. ]
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[ Now audible in the background: The clanking of armored men racing after him, along with a few shouts to try cutting his route off. ]
You know, I could try just burning them to the ground. Or electrocuting them. Barbecue guard, a perfect accompaniment to any picnic.
[ His tone has an edge to it, his words more stream-of-thought nonsense than any real attempts at quips. He's nervous. ]