[ The sigil is familiar enough a thing- he'd sketched it out numerous times in many sizes and variations for Alistair's curiosity during the blight. He flips to a fresh page and takes a look at the ink in her skin, recreating the shape of the skull and vines in neat, clean lines before replicating her rough sketch in careful detail.
This is a request made of a comrade's lady. He can offer nothing less than perfection. ]
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[ The sigil is familiar enough a thing- he'd sketched it out numerous times in many sizes and variations for Alistair's curiosity during the blight. He flips to a fresh page and takes a look at the ink in her skin, recreating the shape of the skull and vines in neat, clean lines before replicating her rough sketch in careful detail.
This is a request made of a comrade's lady. He can offer nothing less than perfection. ]