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Summary: A City-Elf/Bann Teagan collection of drabbles and one-shots based on a prompt table from an LJ-community. These will be more or less in chronological order with the faintest traces of added plot here and there. Will vary from drabble length to one-shot.
Author's note: A small silly one just because. Very silly one.
In this chapter: She didn't sign up for this.
037.
"You taste it."
"Is that an order, Warden?"
"Sort of. Not really but. You taste it."
"For whatever reason?"
"You are older."
"And you are younger."
"If you die, it's okay. You don't have that many years left."
"And if you die, it is not a big loss. In fact, I am sure the defense would be arranged far more swiftly."
"Just do it, yes?"
"No."
"…I can always call Jowan."
"The blood mage?"
"Mhm."
"The second good idea I heard from you."
"What was the first?"
"Allowing me to live. Are we taking this with us?"
"No. Leave it. Avernus doesn't seem to be that sane and I don't feel like risking my mind. Besides, thirty years, two centuries, what is the difference?"
"Then why did we begin discussing this in the first place?"
"I wanted to know if you'd jump a bridge if asked. You didn't."
"A test?"
"So to speak. You didn't pass."
The conversation doesn't seem ready to cease at any near moment. Taking that in consideration, Morrigan passes by both Wardens, takes the small flask and bashes it against the ground.
"Oops," she says, presenting them with a chilled glare. "There goes that discussion. Perhaps we should return to the present situation and follow the damned wizard."
The elf has a truly grating smile on her lips. Loghain's smaller, harder to read but definitely there, Wardens united for the most irritating and moronic reason.
Next time, the potion will find its way to their tea.
Children.