[ A log shifts in the fire, stirring sparks through the smoke, and Richard watches embers glowing crisp at a freshly exposed edge. He’s quiet for a long time, peripherally aware of her sweeping gesture and the paraphernalia it encompasses. ]
Is that a Dalish predisposition or something unique to you?
[ He finally looks back over to her when he asks, manners coasting on backup power. ]
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Is that a Dalish predisposition or something unique to you?
[ He finally looks back over to her when he asks, manners coasting on backup power. ]