[ Merrill awakens on a veritable mountain of garbage bags, both disgusted and fascinated. this wasn't kirkwall, no, and it certainly wasn't Sundermount, or any of the forests and hills she had traversed from Nevarra to Ferelden. no, this was a dump. but she had never been to a dump.
something about it wasn't as remarkable as she'd expect. ]
Why, this is hardly cleaner than the alienage. [ she muses to herself as she stands to wipe her vestments of — is that tomato sauce? she couldn't be sure. either way, she wasn't fond of the flakey remains it left on her furred shoulders. she suspected it would never come out. ]
Is anyone here? Hawke? Varric? I don't suppose anyone lives here, do they? If so, you could do with some proper chairs.
PHASE IV
When does this become enjoyable?
[ this was a game, right? not that this wasn't her first time dumpster diving — sometimes money was scarce or merchants pretended to not see her — so you had to do what you had to do to eat. however, this wasn't exactly her idea of fun, especially when she wasn't finding anything of particular interest. some metal objects, soiled vellum, and.. by the dread wolf, what was that? it was strange, but the color was much too pretty for her to think anyone would just throw it away. ]
Hmm.. I wonder what this is for? A paperweight, perhaps?
merrill / da2 / open!
[ Merrill awakens on a veritable mountain of garbage bags, both disgusted and fascinated. this wasn't kirkwall, no, and it certainly wasn't Sundermount, or any of the forests and hills she had traversed from Nevarra to Ferelden. no, this was a dump. but she had never been to a dump.
something about it wasn't as remarkable as she'd expect. ]
Why, this is hardly cleaner than the alienage. [ she muses to herself as she stands to wipe her vestments of — is that tomato sauce? she couldn't be sure. either way, she wasn't fond of the flakey remains it left on her furred shoulders. she suspected it would never come out. ]
Is anyone here? Hawke? Varric? I don't suppose anyone lives here, do they? If so, you could do with some proper chairs.
PHASE IV
When does this become enjoyable?
[ this was a game, right? not that this wasn't her first time dumpster diving — sometimes money was scarce or merchants pretended to not see her — so you had to do what you had to do to eat. however, this wasn't exactly her idea of fun, especially when she wasn't finding anything of particular interest. some metal objects, soiled vellum, and.. by the dread wolf, what was that? it was strange, but the color was much too pretty for her to think anyone would just throw it away. ]
Hmm.. I wonder what this is for? A paperweight, perhaps?