Waving the urchin a grinning goodbye, the promised silver piece tumbling through the air and into the awaiting palm, Hawke leans back into >

< the merlon, one foot propped up on the crenel she’s seated on and the other caressed by the warm afternoon breeze as she swings it in a >

< she can just bask in the sunlight, worries forgotten for the time being. When did things get so complicated anyway?

@BadassFerelden This GameStop place doesn’t sound like something that would sell pants. Which is what you need.

It could be trousers made of deer, I guess…

@AndrastesTits Witch Of The Wilds 🏳️‍🌈🇺🇦 Well if games stopped trying to appeal to casual sexists… …Wait, this reappropriation works way too well :/

// Did I mention it really confuses and annoys me when people just repurpose RP verse accounts -.-

*perks*