Continuing my Dragon Age: Inquisition diary. Earlier chapters here, and once again there are spoilers of a sort.
I haven’t been super-impressed by my battlechums to date. Whenever I talk to Cassandra I feel as though she’s forever on the cusp of admonishing me for being late with my homework. Disco-chested sex dwarf Varric walks the walk (and you can tell by the way he uses his walk, he’s anyone’s man) but I couldn’t say he’s talking the talk just yet. Egg-faced spirit-botherer Solas just makes me feel weird, and not in a climbing the rope at gym class way.
I’m pretty relieved to have recruited two new battlechums. They’re far more entertaining. And, er, maybe they are a bit more on the climbing the rope at gym class spectrum.
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