Another stupid joke no doubt, another question being asked to poke fun by one of these young cocksure cretins. Teren doesn't answer, operating under the assumption that ignoring a problem long enough will make it go away (and then attacking it if it doesn't ensures it won't come back).
After a pause long enough for him to realize she isn’t going to answer, Alistair continues as if he hadn’t been waiting for an answer at all. “If you know how to ride we can do this a lot faster,” he says, “but either way we need to go. Come on, out your boots on. If we’re lucky you’ll get to stab something you won’t get into trouble for.”
Grr. The fact that it isn't a prank, and is actually something she has to do, only fouls the new Warden's mood further. There's little to be enthusiastic about these days, and though part of her wishes she'd just been executed as planned, the small survival instinct that still kicks and screams in the back of her mind forces her to get up and leave her tent. Already armed to the teeth even in repose, she's quite ready. Her gaze burns through Alistair as she looks at him, awaiting whatever bullshit thing he wants from her now.
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The fact that it isn't a prank, and is actually something she has to do, only fouls the new Warden's mood further. There's little to be enthusiastic about these days, and though part of her wishes she'd just been executed as planned, the small survival instinct that still kicks and screams in the back of her mind forces her to get up and leave her tent.
Already armed to the teeth even in repose, she's quite ready. Her gaze burns through Alistair as she looks at him, awaiting whatever bullshit thing he wants from her now.