[ His gaze flicks from Bull's good eye to the eyepatch -- he makes eye contact fine, but committing shit to memory means actively paying attention and looking at the person instead of, say, the book he should be shoving back into the backpack.
Qunari live up north, elves are a real thing here (he's wondering if it's the Keebler or the Arwen type), dwarves. No hobbits. ]
What about fairies? Centaurs, talking animals? Oh--questing beasts?
[ Worth a shot. He's handed the bowl and eh takes it, murmuring a polite thank you, and just to pile on questions upon questions in such a short amount of time: ] What's a nug?
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Qunari live up north, elves are a real thing here (he's wondering if it's the Keebler or the Arwen type), dwarves. No hobbits. ]
What about fairies? Centaurs, talking animals? Oh--questing beasts?
[ Worth a shot. He's handed the bowl and eh takes it, murmuring a polite thank you, and just to pile on questions upon questions in such a short amount of time: ] What's a nug?