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WIP Wednesday

Praise the lord and pass the potatoes, my punctuality was just a phase. Getting back to my dysfunctional schedule is like coming home! ^_^ 

With this in mind, the snippet I offer is... hmm. I don’t want to say NSFW because I don’t think it is. But for context: that Ser Landry guy does the “I demand satisfaction” line to Rhodri, who recently became aware of Zevran’s flirtations, and she assumes Ser Landry means something rather unsalubrious. She tears him a new cloaca. I’ll stick it under the cut to be on the safe side.

Thanks heaps for the tag @heniareth and @siriskulksnerding for the tags and for showing off your gorgeous works :D :D I’d like to tag you back in anticipation for the Wednesday that’s almost come around again and tag @icylook @strixgirl (if ya don’t mind?) and @anna-the-great-and-terrible -- no pressure, I know these are busy times. Just if you fancy it! :D 

The knight squinted at the Warden. 

“You were at Ostagar," he murmured. "You're Duncan’s apprentice.”

She nodded. “That’s me, yes. How do you do? I am Sev–”

“You killed my friend and good King Cailan!” the man snarled, cutting her off mid-sentence. “I demand satisfaction, ser!”

Zevran’s daggers were already drawn before Rhodri’s mouth could finish falling open. After a moment of stunned silence had passed, the scarlet-faced Warden drew herself up to her full height.

“HOW RUDE,” she shouted at the man. “Not a shred of modesty to you! Coming up to me in the middle of the marketplace to proposition– no, demand that I have sex with you!” 

Rhodri stomped her foot, and as the astonished man started spluttering out a protest, she yelled over the top of him. 

“You people think Tevinters will sleep with anyone, I suppose! Well, you won’t know any part of this Tevinter’s body except the back of her hand! Upon my word, if I knew your family I would go to their house this instant to tell them what a lecherous beast they’ve let loose among civil society!”

With half the market downing bags and tools to watch the spectacle, the blockaded other half formed a protesting glut at the edges of the standstill. The town guard, who had been observing their exchange from her station by the Alienage gate, trudged over now. She tsked and eyed the Warden and the man with inured disinterest.

“Do you really need to air your grievances in the middle of the market square like this?” the guard asked tiredly. “It’s causing a pile-up.”

“There is a need if one is going about one’s business only to have a filthy swine catcall them!” Rhodri asserted, pointing at the knight.

“I challenged her to a DUEL,” the accused roared, his face now brick-red. Whether it was from embarrassment or the strain of the shouting was rather less clear.

“INDEED!” she bawled back. “WITH THAT SWORD YOU KEEP IN YOUR SMALLCLOTHES, IS IT? Come near me or my people again and I’ll send you home to your mother with your 'sword' in a box!”

With a loud harrumph, she turned to the party. 

“We should keep moving, my friends,” she said calmly. “There’s much to do before the sun sets, and if this is what Denerim is like during the day, I shudder to picture it after nightfall.”

Zevran caught the apoplectic knight’s eye and smirked, twirling his blades before re-sheathing them.