Alright, we've finished up whatever it was we were supposed to be doing at the chantry, then Anders mumbles something about wanting to go change and heads home. Valerie's confused, because when she gets blackout drunk and pukes all over herself, she just kills a few Dog Lords so the dried blood will cover up the vomit.
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my buddy Jowan would rank the girls between one and ten
And the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Hey, what's this letter on Hawke's table?