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Rating: T
Author: DragonMacTir
Spoilers: May contain spoilers for Dragon Age Inquisition.
Sera, Chapter One
Skyhold. I can't believe I'm still in bloody Skyhold. Aw, it was sweet, for awhile - after Coryphenus was dead, and the coin kept rollin' in. Plenty of room to play, plenty of stuffed-shirt nobs to prank, all the pie a girl could eat. But something's just… wrong. Too many people howling to the heavens and salaaming to Righteous Lord Adaar von Fancyparts, He of the Glowing Hand and the Mighty Swinging… Mage Staff. Ha! Bet I had you thinking nasty things for a minute there!
Anyway, just too much 'serious' here. Not for me, nah uh, no it isn't. Been thinking a lot about hittin' the road, headin' out o' this place. Maybe headin' back to Val Royeaux. Always scores o' rich tits need taking down a peg or three in Orlais. Or maybe just knock around a bit, see what's out there, find some adventure. After all this Inquisition shite, some random adventure might be kind o' calming, eh?
So I pack, an' slip out one night when no one's watching too close. Don't like long goodbyes, me. Start saying too many goodbyes and soon you start thinkin' twice about leavin'. Glad I'm heading down the mountains and not up. Climbing mountains is shite. Hope I packed enough food.
I give Skyhold one last backward glance before I head down and gone forever. Wadn't a bad place, really. Made some good pals here, for a bunch o' nobs. Got wicked pissed on some decent shite a time or two. Good memories. I wipe a single tear from my eye and then I'm gone.
The first village is a long ways away. Shite. Forgot about that. Shoulda stole a horse or sumfing from the stables. One o' them big, dumb-lookin' nug-things with creepy hands. They never get tired. Shoulda brought a lot more food, too. I mean, sure, I've got all I can carry, but still, you can never have too much food.
I travel for days, weeks even, lookin' for a place to stick for awhile, a place where there's a bit of fun goin' on. It's not so easy to find, as it turns out. With the mages and templars more or less at peace now, and Big Brother Inquisitor watching over all and sundry, everybody's afraid to step outta line. Even the Orlesians are behaving themselves, somewhat. I've gotta find me someone nasty and not afraid to be. Then I'll be able to have me some real fun.