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.