I don't know that it's that complicated. I don't have need of any of it. It's just things. I've never met anyone who collected so many things in so little time like that.
[ he doesn't seem like he's wallowing in wetness at the moment, his tone is even and light if anything. maybe just numb. he's moving things back and forth between piles without really any meaning - having a little bit of trouble because of the bandaged hands. ]
Back in the early years in Kirkwall it was pretty much all we would do. Dig through broken barrels for pieces of clothing, finding broken jewelry on the street, rifle through dead bandits pockets for rusted knives and tarnished amulets. Trying to get together any possible bit of coin to fund an expedition into the Deep Roads, so it would pay out a fortune.
Terrible place. Ancient dwarven tunnels, underground, obviously. They run across the entire continent - but they've been abandoned for generations. Overrun by Darkspawn. Horrible, tainted monsters, lots of shrieking and screaming and running at you full tilt and such. Carry a disease that kills you in a terrible way if you aren't a Grey Warden. They call it the Taint. And that's not even getting into the Broodmothers. Don't ask me to describe a Broodmother, you don't actually want to know. Picture your worst nightmare, and then give it tentacles.
Most of the time the Darkspawn stay down there. But a Blight had just ended - where all the Darkspawn surge out of the Deep Roads and swarm above ground. It's never safe to go down there, but it was the least dangerous time. Emptied out, you see.
Hawke sought me out because I used to be a Warden. The Wardens are the only ones stupid or foolish enough to go into that place, because we have a resistance to the Blight. And maps of the Roads. So they needed those, to find this place they were headed.
I swore I would never go back down there when I left the Wardens, but as soon as Hawke asked-- I did.
[making a face at this whole ass description, like. why. you could not make mizu go back down even if the most beautiful dick in the world was on the line.]
So back you went to a place you swore you'd never return to. Was it worth it?
[ dick really do be making you do crazy shit. literally in heaven right now crying over a man that executed him. ]
Hawke made enough of a fortune to return his family to their status as nobility and moved to Hightown, so I imagine it was for him. [ anders of course still lived in a sewer. but to be fair, i doubt he could be convinced to move out of the sewer even if he did have money. ] As for me, I don't know. I had to work with some of the worst people I've ever met in my life doing some of the silliest jobs on the face of Thedas, but it wasn't all bad. There were happy enough times. Being around the Champion, under his protection, it let me help people who needed help, and hurt people who needed to be hurt. But I can never make things like that last.
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refrains from mentioning he likes like shit (anders absolutely already knows) and takes a moment to scan all the junk.]
... Organizing what, exactly? What's all this?
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[ oh n ]
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Would you like help, or no?
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I don't know that it's that complicated. I don't have need of any of it. It's just things. I've never met anyone who collected so many things in so little time like that.
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Some people can't help but to start a collection. He seemed like the type who would enjoy... things. Trinkets.
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Back in the early years in Kirkwall it was pretty much all we would do. Dig through broken barrels for pieces of clothing, finding broken jewelry on the street, rifle through dead bandits pockets for rusted knives and tarnished amulets. Trying to get together any possible bit of coin to fund an expedition into the Deep Roads, so it would pay out a fortune.
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[ he makes a FACE about the Deep Roads. ]
Terrible place. Ancient dwarven tunnels, underground, obviously. They run across the entire continent - but they've been abandoned for generations. Overrun by Darkspawn. Horrible, tainted monsters, lots of shrieking and screaming and running at you full tilt and such. Carry a disease that kills you in a terrible way if you aren't a Grey Warden. They call it the Taint. And that's not even getting into the Broodmothers. Don't ask me to describe a Broodmother, you don't actually want to know. Picture your worst nightmare, and then give it tentacles.
Most of the time the Darkspawn stay down there. But a Blight had just ended - where all the Darkspawn surge out of the Deep Roads and swarm above ground. It's never safe to go down there, but it was the least dangerous time. Emptied out, you see.
Hawke sought me out because I used to be a Warden. The Wardens are the only ones stupid or foolish enough to go into that place, because we have a resistance to the Blight. And maps of the Roads. So they needed those, to find this place they were headed.
I swore I would never go back down there when I left the Wardens, but as soon as Hawke asked-- I did.
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So back you went to a place you swore you'd never return to. Was it worth it?
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Hawke made enough of a fortune to return his family to their status as nobility and moved to Hightown, so I imagine it was for him. [ anders of course still lived in a sewer. but to be fair, i doubt he could be convinced to move out of the sewer even if he did have money. ] As for me, I don't know. I had to work with some of the worst people I've ever met in my life doing some of the silliest jobs on the face of Thedas, but it wasn't all bad. There were happy enough times. Being around the Champion, under his protection, it let me help people who needed help, and hurt people who needed to be hurt. But I can never make things like that last.