[Well, this mysterious elf with glowing tattoos just straight up ripped the heart out of the mage. Obviously, he really didn't need much in the way of help beyond a distraction, because the rest are about to be slaughtered.
Someone really, truly does not like Tevinter, and while Twisted Fate is putting those pieces together in his mind, he has more urgent things to attend to.
He crouches by the first man that the elf had slain and begins sorting through his pockets and pouches. A bag of coins are fine -- and pocketed -- but he pauses when he discovers the note on the dead man's person.
And an apple. Nice.
Fate glances up as the warrior tears through the remaining men, taking a bite of the apple before he reads the note.]
Hmm, Aregor, you lousy bastard. [With no pause, he sets the note aflame, letting it go to ashes.]
I don't suppose you left enough of the others for me to sort through, hm?
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Someone really, truly does not like Tevinter, and while Twisted Fate is putting those pieces together in his mind, he has more urgent things to attend to.
He crouches by the first man that the elf had slain and begins sorting through his pockets and pouches. A bag of coins are fine -- and pocketed -- but he pauses when he discovers the note on the dead man's person.
And an apple. Nice.
Fate glances up as the warrior tears through the remaining men, taking a bite of the apple before he reads the note.]
Hmm, Aregor, you lousy bastard. [With no pause, he sets the note aflame, letting it go to ashes.]
I don't suppose you left enough of the others for me to sort through, hm?