![]() The Nevarrans pretended to listen to the Tevinter Magister wandering around mocking their outfits to their faces. Why he agreed to play ambassador became a staggeringly idiotic idea with each passing hour. Why the council thought to meet in Nevarra was beyond him. Dorian expected to find it populated with nothing but people bearing an exact likeness to Blackwall, beards for both men and women stretching past their knees as they caroused and slapped each other while screaming "Excellent hunt!" at the top of their lungs across a decrepit tavern sticky with beer. ![]() Hunter Fell was on the whole a disparaging town full of glassy eyed dead animals with their skins stripped, dried down, sewn to the back of felt, then tossed up onto the wall.
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