(( 9 is less to choose from than 10 I CALL THAT HELPING. But I got dis, I got dis. Let me know if you'd like me to change anything. ))
[It's a beautiful early afternoon in Kirkwall, clear skies, a warm sun and a cool breeze. Which is carrying the smell of Lowtown out of the city for once. People are outside enjoying the weather, nothing's exploded or burnt down yet and all the stabbing so far has kept itself nicely away from Hightown's streets. A perfect day to be out and about.]
[Well, for anyone other than Fenris. Who has been out all night and is only just now dragging himself back towards 'home'. And while some might have liked to claim that they had passed out at dawn in the Hanged Man or even that they were undertaking the walk of shame from the red lantern district--something painfully normal for Kirkwall--all Fenris could claim was that he'd been busy killing people.]
[And he looks the part for it.]
[Splattered in blood, bruised and sporting an impressive dent in his chestplate, he considers not for the first time since coming back that he should have just found a quiet spot on the coast to spend the rest of the day, or at least jumped into the water first. But he's exhausted and at least when he's filthy, everyone else leaves him alone. He can clean up and pass out when he gets back to his estate.]
[Except that when he finally comes up over the last of the stairs into the marketplace, he immediately spots Hawke. Standing in front of some stall selling jewelery. With some noble girl Fenris doesn't recognize at first. Was that the Lord Whatshisname's daughter? The one from Tantervale? Maker, even from where he stood at the other end of the square, Fenris can see that Hawke looks miserable.]
[He could just pass on by--he's tired and in no mood to deal with nobility--but... well, it's Hawke. Fenris finds himself irritatingly compelled to go out of his way for him more often than he likes to admit.]
[Steeling himself, he takes a deep breath and starts in that direction. He waits until he's almost there, when he can catch Hawke's eye, before falling into a full out stagger, clutching his side and dripping more with theatrics than blood. He all but crashes into the girl, pointedly smearing one dirty hand down her arm, and then on to Hawke, grabbing for his shoulders and wheezing dramatically. Hawke is going to owe him money for this.]
1! And a small novel. :T;;;
[It's a beautiful early afternoon in Kirkwall, clear skies, a warm sun and a cool breeze. Which is carrying the smell of Lowtown out of the city for once. People are outside enjoying the weather, nothing's exploded or burnt down yet and all the stabbing so far has kept itself nicely away from Hightown's streets. A perfect day to be out and about.]
[Well, for anyone other than Fenris. Who has been out all night and is only just now dragging himself back towards 'home'. And while some might have liked to claim that they had passed out at dawn in the Hanged Man or even that they were undertaking the walk of shame from the red lantern district--something painfully normal for Kirkwall--all Fenris could claim was that he'd been busy killing people.]
[And he looks the part for it.]
[Splattered in blood, bruised and sporting an impressive dent in his chestplate, he considers not for the first time since coming back that he should have just found a quiet spot on the coast to spend the rest of the day, or at least jumped into the water first. But he's exhausted and at least when he's filthy, everyone else leaves him alone. He can clean up and pass out when he gets back to his estate.]
[Except that when he finally comes up over the last of the stairs into the marketplace, he immediately spots Hawke. Standing in front of some stall selling jewelery. With some noble girl Fenris doesn't recognize at first. Was that the Lord Whatshisname's daughter? The one from Tantervale? Maker, even from where he stood at the other end of the square, Fenris can see that Hawke looks miserable.]
[He could just pass on by--he's tired and in no mood to deal with nobility--but... well, it's Hawke. Fenris finds himself irritatingly compelled to go out of his way for him more often than he likes to admit.]
[Steeling himself, he takes a deep breath and starts in that direction. He waits until he's almost there, when he can catch Hawke's eye, before falling into a full out stagger, clutching his side and dripping more with theatrics than blood. He all but crashes into the girl, pointedly smearing one dirty hand down her arm, and then on to Hawke, grabbing for his shoulders and wheezing dramatically. Hawke is going to owe him money for this.]
You must take me to the Guard Captain!