da:o amethyst


Alistair: Just so you know, if the king ever asks me to put on a dress and dance the Remigold, I’m drawing the line. Darkspawn or no 

Warden: I think I’d like to see that

Alistair: For you, maybe. But it has to be a pretty dress

Duncan: *long-suffering sigh of a man who physically cannot deal with these assholes and their snarky horseshit any longer*

Duncan. Duncan. You are the one who hired these people, Duncan. You picked them out personally because you thought their specific presence would be an asset to your organization. You did this to you, Duncan.

The best part so far about playing a dwarf is when you’ve got a fairly serious scene and the camera is kind of assuming that everyone who matters in this conversation is human-sized. And then the whole mood is pretty much ruined because the top of the warden’s head is the only thing in frame