"Stupid mages with their stupid magic," Annie grumbles.
"What was that?" Solas asks.
"Not you. I’m talking about the other stupid mages."
"Oh come now, we’re not all that bad. You obviously exempt me from your list."
"Yeah well you’re different! You didn’t lay down a stupid paralysis glyph thing and drag me off and force me into…into this!" Annie gestures the ruffled dress she currently wears.
With a grumble she continues to figit in the cloth, tugging at the ruffles and picking at the embroidery. Solas leans over from his seat across from the woman and slaps her hand away. Her head flies up, face contorting into a grumpy pout. The two have been inside of a carriage for some time now, on their way to some fancy ball to snoop around for information. Annie orginally was excited at the prospect of snooping, but when she realized what the mission actually entailed, her tune changed fairly quick.
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