"An eye," Alistair echoes, quiet but unmistakably (and inappropriately) tickled. An eye, because he just has the one, right? Get it?
Not the time. He knows.
"I don't suppose you could negotiate a ceasefire for now," he says. "It's not in their interest to have that Corypheus fellow running around and these rifts open all over Thedas, either. Surely."
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Date: 2016-07-01 03:35 pm (UTC)Not the time. He knows.
"I don't suppose you could negotiate a ceasefire for now," he says. "It's not in their interest to have that Corypheus fellow running around and these rifts open all over Thedas, either. Surely."