Something jumped in the window, fired four arrows into a wooden statue of Fen'Harel, and yelled "gonna hunt that blighting egg down and crack it," before disappearing down the stairs and into the burning streets of Minrathous.
"Ah," Dorian told the reeling Rook, brightly, "you've met Sera."
"You know that elf-shaped bur?"
"Be glad she didn't hear you calling her that, but yes."
"Did she say something about an... egg?"
"Yes," he grinned, "that's her charming name for..." he made a smoothing motion over his head, then nodded at the statue.
"Solas?" Rook gasped.
"Oh yes. Happy hunting, I say."
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Egg... like his head. Head,
Kleio
Egg... like his head. Head, sure? :D :D :D
I like this one. :)