Continuing a Dragon Age: Inquisition diary. Spoilers once again.
The kleptomania’s out of control. In any new location, my first activity is to raid the place. Sure, sure, I’m the Herald of Andraste, I’m here to rescue you, blah blah, but first – what’s in your cupboards? There’s also a special spell I can cast to tell me whether there’s anything of value in the nearby vicinity, and I cast it incessantly. Even in the middle of a pitched battle I’m feverishly hoovering up any loot left by the fallen or casting my spell to check whether there’s anything hidden in the corner. People die because I’m rummaging through some spook’s innards in the hope there are a few coins or a piece of cloth in there somewhere.
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