[ Lasulahn sighs softly in relief. He has grown accustomed to the number of companions he has - an extra, particularly one that fights within melee range, is something that will take time to adjust. For such a brief scuffle, he wouldn't normally be out of breath.
He looks to Bull, and the door, weak as it looks. The Qunari swings his arms back, ready to strike with his axe, and Lasulahn finds himself holding his breath.
The door gives way in a shower of splinters and broken, rotted planks. Cassandra and Blackwall are the first through, shields up, and Lasulahn follows close behind into the courtyard. ]
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He looks to Bull, and the door, weak as it looks. The Qunari swings his arms back, ready to strike with his axe, and Lasulahn finds himself holding his breath.
The door gives way in a shower of splinters and broken, rotted planks. Cassandra and Blackwall are the first through, shields up, and Lasulahn follows close behind into the courtyard. ]