“How are you adjusting to all this travel?” Solas wants to know. You’re taking a bit of a break from reading, for your voice’s sake if nothing else. You’ve flopped down a bit listlessly on your bedroll; Solas is sitting upright on the blanket you leave out for Cole on the off-chance he actually needs it. He’s towards the center of the tent, just so that he can sit up without his head hitting the…
You manage to get the horses saddled, thanks to Blackwall and Dorian’s help. The two of them keep their petty bickering to a minimum, to your relief. It’s not that you don’t believe Dorian has been a prat to Blackwall; you’re pretty sure he has, actually, because he’s been a prat to you, too. But so has Blackwall. So has pretty much everyone here. Can no one else see a foot in the mouth for…
Assistance Your good mood carries you for a few hours, but you’re still moving pretty fast on a mount a bit larger than you’re accustomed to. By mid-afternoon, you’re sore and miserable all over again. Only this time you’re feeling less shy and more comfortable voicing your complaints, loudly, since neither the Inquisitor nor Seeker Pentaghast are within earshot. “I’m not built for this,” you grumble. “I’m built for remarkably few things, actually, but this…