“This is why I got him; because he laughs. I thought he was laughing at all my jokes… turns out it’s my fashion sense. I stand by that green sweater!”
Mark is very loyal to his clothes. I was going to go with a modern Mark Hamill and go for a Grandpa-Chic feel… but it just wasn’t going with the rest of the series. So we have a Classic Mark instead. ^_^
[Muffled Beastie Boys “Sabotage” playing in the distance]
Cullen: What in the Maker’s name caused this sort of damage?
Carver: It has a bit of a Anders/Chantry aesthetic, doesn’t it? “Kirkwall chic.”
Carver: Well, wonderful. I think there are already five rusty nails lodged in my foot. And I’m pretty sure I just saw a rat the size of Varric. Will someone help me wipe the layers of tetanus off the throne, please?
Leliana: Inquisitor, while I agree this place looks ready to collapse, we should really dedicate our efforts to locating Corypheus before he finds us.
Carver: Hmmph. I haven’t forgotten about that bastard. I’m going to find him, trust me. I’m going to shove him and his sodding dragon in a phylactery and toss it into the first pile of nug shit I see. I’m going to “inquisit” all over his ass.
Carver: Speaking of which, how does someone “inquisit”? I mean, yeah, this is probably something I should have asked before accepting the Inquisitor title, but “fake it ‘til you make it”, right? Can’t be that hard.
Josephine: Well, once we’ve made it a bit more presentable, you will be responsible for judgments of captured threats, meeting with the nobility to ensure their support, gaining more agents for the Inquisition–
Cullen: I thought we agreed we weren’t going to give him any power! I also said no sharp objects, but then you gave him the biggest sword in the place!
Leliana: And I thought we agreed you were going to stay quiet and remain the Inquisition’s eye candy?