As aways, it's my very very veeeery rusty ol' series "For a good listener, half word is enough!"
So it is that "Dialogue only" type of fic. It's not script, it's just dialogues.

Before I forget to mention:

Normal: Dialogue

Bold: absolutelly nothing huehuebrbr

"Italic": Character's Point of View / character's thoughts. (Not used in this Fic this time)

~Action~: literally, any action or facial expression (like ~blank expression~)

*Onomatopoeia*: onomatopoeia of course! Haha *ba dum tss*

Enjoy~ [She's a rogue and a thief And she'll tempt your fate!~]

[Hinterlands, dawn]

Cassandra: Inquisitor, What... is… This.

Adaar: I know it's cold outside and the sun didn't rise yet. But if you want to close these fucking rifts it's better get along with it. "This", or go home.

Vivienne: Why, mind if I ask where did you gather such… Barbaric clothing, Adaar dear?

Adaar: My former company of Tal-Vashoth mercenaries found that I'm still alive/promoted as Inquisitor of Thedas. Shokrakar sent me a letter asking for my help on a task about missing people from the Valo-kas company. I couldn't join personally, but I wrote a letter complaining about how trashy your human gear is- I mean, I can't really blame blacksmith Harritt. We all started fighting against these demons/ templars /apostates with only hearts and guts, but still garbage gear anyway. Fella Shokrakar heard my whimpers and sent me some of my favorite and useful equipment as "reward". That's all.

Vivienne: Oh, I see. Linked to race per se.

Adaar: Err... More or less.

Sera: Sack of bla..bla..bla, you. Better tell me why make me wear this rag of a clothing, yeah!? *~Whispers~* It fits better on your well fit Qunari stuff than my poor skullsack anyw- - Ahem, CASSANDRA WOULD BE THE ONE WEARING IT!

Cassandra: I'm a warrior. You need cunning and dexterity and flexibility more than me.

Adaar: Annnnd NOW you're looking elfy enough. Bow and arrows and small clothes…

Sera: *scoffs~* Piss you, Herald. Besides friggin' mosquitoes! I don't want to get a tan! Hinterlands is fine but just where the sun lights up! You want me ill? Sneezing phlegm at you? Shooting slimy arrows everywhere?

Adaar: FINE. Enough gross talking. I'll forge something better when we head back to Haven. Try not to tear off my favorite light armor in the meantime, ok?

Sera: Can't promise. The rope around me is so friggin' tight like filthy bondage that I'm almost ripping it off already, that is- - Well, shite- - The more I fight against this piss rope the more it hugs my skin. Kinda starting liking it, in a very kinky way. "Sera slightly approves", missy Ladybits.

Adaar: You're welcome.

Sera: Gonna be.

Vivienne: Such witty girl! *astonished*

Cassandra: *grunts and groams*

::::: Some hours later :::::

[Hinterlands, afternoon]

Sera: *~Giggle~* You're missing your blows at the baddies, miss Herald.

Adaar: It's because of- - I'm- - Stop swaying on purpose, you- you're distracting me DANGIT!

Sera: Hmm.. Loving what you're seein', lady Inquisitor? Payback is a bitch, yeah?

Adaar: Sigh… Now I'm considering that giving you the Antaam-saar armor was a mistake.

Sera: Oooh. *~catwalking~* Is that so?

Adaar: *~instant BSOD~* N….Not really. Keep going, you.

Cassandra and Vivienne: *~clearly annoyed~* GET A ROOM YOU TWO!

Fin~

A/N:

First of all, I'm REALLY Sorry. I tried my best to emulate a British/Welsh accent on Sera and failed miserably. My bad. I Hope you guys enjoyed my silly seradaar stuff still.

I posted another seradaar and dai badjokes on my tumblr. Take a look if you must~

And so the Antaam-saar Army of Exposed Bellies begins.. (scratched out)

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