[So says the accented voice, attached to a tanned man with pointed ears and lovely facial tattoos. (At least, if you asked him.) He's currently wrapped up in a sleeping bag, huddled up close to a fire, amid the light dusting of snow in the area.]
Is it always so cold in this world? Or is this just my luck?
[To add insult to injury, there is a Murkrow hopping around him, rolling around in the snow with complete and utter delight.]
... and are the creatures here always so... on the nose, as you say?
Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age
Tell me, my friends...
[So says the accented voice, attached to a tanned man with pointed ears and lovely facial tattoos. (At least, if you asked him.) He's currently wrapped up in a sleeping bag, huddled up close to a fire, amid the light dusting of snow in the area.]
Is it always so cold in this world? Or is this just my luck?
[To add insult to injury, there is a Murkrow hopping around him, rolling around in the snow with complete and utter delight.]
... and are the creatures here always so... on the nose, as you say?