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[sealegs]

Great, now Victrola and every other pub near the Square's packed. Where'd all these people come from anyway?

Some of you need a bath. Others, though--

[Isabela's previous frustration gives way to a pleasant, thoughtful smile.]

--in any case, it looks like I'll have to take my sobriety elsewhere. I'd go Underground and all, but no one likes it when the occasional meandering monster goes Argh and Ugh while you're trying to get your rocks off.

Comments

[hawkeish]

[Well, now.]

We should see how impressed I am with your baby.

[sealegs]

Oh, trust me. Better than a new set of bejeweled Rivain daggers with naked women on the handles

[And she starts to lead the way back to her ship!]

[hawkeish]

Sounds like weapons you'd use.

[She follows - this is exciting. Surely Isabela's ship will make better memories than the last ship she was on.]

[sealegs]

Oh, like you wouldn't.

[It's a long walk, though. Hey, at least it's Hawke she's with and not... Anders or Fenris. As nice as they are to look at sometimes they can be such downers.]

[hawkeish]

Can't say I wouldn't. Can't say I wouldn't take them off a dead man, either.

[Pff, rogues. Or maybe it's just Hawke. Either way, she knows Isabela'd understand just fine.]

[sealegs]

Have I ever mentioned that it gets me hot when you loot?

[And understand she does. Perhaps too well...]

[hawkeish]

Knew there was a reason you wore so little.

[She grins, and wriggles her fingers.] It's really all in the wrist, you see.

[sealegs]

I don't- clearly you ought to give a personal demonstration.

[A playful grin.]