The Trouble With Looting
Disclaimer: Bioware owns DA. I'm just having fun.
Sarah Cousland eyed the dead warriors armor with a calculating glance; they'd been trouncing about the country side for some time now, without a shop in sight(or a traveling merchant), and thus their armor was becoming sorely...out of date. But these men, they'd been more than prepared to take down the 'rogue' grey wardens in their shimmering – perhaps brand new – armor. Their swords had been sharp; worthy blades indeed.
She could feel herself salivating.
Her palms itched.
To think – free equipment! Sure, she had to take them off dead bodies, but it wasn't like they were going to need the goods now.
Her feet carried her quickly to the side of one body and she was about to kneel down and inspect the corpse when Alistair's voice interrupted her – "do you need something?"
Huh?
She blinked and stood, shaking her head. He nodded and turned away. Once again, she knelt down to inspect, only to hear – "do you need something?"
"What?"
"Do you need something?" Alistair asked again.
"Uh...no?"
He nodded, turning away. She narrowed her eyes and knelt down once more to inspect the armor of their dead foes only to hear – "do you need something?"
"Andraste's flaming knickers! Maker smite you down if you interrupt me one more time Alistair, NO! I don't NEED anything expect that shiny armor!"
He blinked, taken aback, no doubt surprised at her outburst.
She narrowed her eyes carefully, assessing him, waiting; he turned away and she knelt, slowly. Very slowly, inch by inch. Just when she reached out, he asked – "do you need something?"
It was said that the future king of Ferelden was forever remembered for the girlish scream he belted out underneath the Warden's great fury that day. The lesson? Never get in the way of looting.