[This certainly wasn't what Elissa expected to happen when she killed the Archdemon, especially after the promises made by her best friend Morrigan. She remembered driving her blade into the dragon's skull after slitting a line down its throat and getting herself covered in hot blood. The resulting flash of light had almost knocked her off her feet, but she'd held on to the sword for dear life until she'd passed out.
And now, she is here. Both blades are on her back. Her case of poisons and bomb flasks is upon her belt. Not one drop of Archdemon blood mars her blue, dragonhide armor... and it is hot. Far hotter than Ferelden.
One, leather-gloved hand reaches back to insure she feels her pack at the small of her back and then she is moving forward to explore the square as she scowls.]
MORRIGAN! Did you do this? This is not what you said would happen!
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And now, she is here. Both blades are on her back. Her case of poisons and bomb flasks is upon her belt. Not one drop of Archdemon blood mars her blue, dragonhide armor... and it is hot. Far hotter than Ferelden.
One, leather-gloved hand reaches back to insure she feels her pack at the small of her back and then she is moving forward to explore the square as she scowls.]
MORRIGAN! Did you do this? This is not what you said would happen!