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fenris@kernos.net

first.last@kernos.net (3) (no subject) D12 63:19PM first.last@kernos.net (6) Re: Mission D11 8:01PM first.last@kernos.net (12) [text] D10 9:35AM

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[backstabbing]

[hey if Fenris wasn't enjoying it he wouldn't be responding.]

magisters can sod off they wouldn't know what to do with elf balls even if they were smacking them in the face.

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[broods]

[He smirks, even if - or perhaps because - Isabela cannot see him.]

I defer to your expertise on the matter of... elf balls.

[He had to say that out loud to get it dictated.]

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[backstabbing]

of course you would you know from experience that i know what to do with them.

[sob bela no.]

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[broods]

[Oh boy this again.]

No. I do not.

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[backstabbing]

oh don't pretend to be coy.

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[broods]

I am not being coy.

The last thing I remember from Thedas is killing Hadriana.

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[backstabbing]

[GIVE HER A FEW MINUTES SHE'S SQUINTING AT THAT TEXT]

that was years ago, fenris.

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[broods]

So I am told.

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[backstabbing]

[another minute or so. this wouldn't be a topic he'd joke about.]

well shit this place is trying really hard to give the fade a run for its money.

so you don't know about the

well no nevermind.

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[broods]

Chantry?

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[backstabbing]

[WELL THEN]

going to hazard a guess it wasn't anders who was leaping to tell you about that

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[broods]

Correct.

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[backstabbing]

hawke then? or varric? though i can't imagine either of them wanting to talk about it.

[AND TO CLEAR THINGS UP BEFORE HE ASKS]

and i know varric had been here. i saw hawke with bianca.

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[broods]

Merrill, actually.

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[backstabbing]

she always was terrible at keeping things a surprise.

[sob she misses her.]

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[broods]

I am glad she told me.

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[backstabbing]

of course you are it gives you one more thing to argue about with anders.