A really short, fun little piece on adventures. As usual, critiques and reviews are much appreciated, and enjoy!
Usual disclaimers: I do not own Dragon Age or anything associated with it. Bioware does. *Sigh*
Hawke walked into the Hanged Man, a big smile on her face when she saw Varric. "Varric! It's time for an adventure!"
Varric groaned. "What is it this time, Hawke?" He'd known the woman for years, and her idea of an adventure was sometimes…questionable.
"Why do you groan unhappily whenever I say that? We're just going to be collecting some ingredients for Anders to make a potion with. Nothing bad." She put on a look of utter innocence, and Varric couldn't help but grudgingly agree to go with her.
"Alright, let's go be adventurers!"
Several hours later, combing through the sewers for sela petrae, a mixture of shit and piss of all things, Varric gave Hawke a glare. "This, Hawke is why I groan whenever you come in exclaiming that we have an adventure. I mean, who calls combing through the sewers knee-deep in shit and piss an adventure?"
Hawke looked at him with a gleam in her eye. "And its only the morning. We're off to a great start!"
Varric stared wide-eyed after her as she walked away, wondering what in the world could be worse than this. "Andraste's tits, Hawke," he murmured, "why do I still put up with this?" The dwarf trudged through the sewers after his friend, dreading what else she had in store for him.
Blast, Bianca's got crap on her! Curse you and Blondie both!