160 Ravi and Dorian PLEASE
thank you for the prompt!!
The Exalted Plains were not Dorian’s favourite place to be, but they weren’t the worst in Thedas either - he still shuddered thinking of that corpse-infested swamp land the Inquisitor had happily dragged them all through once. The ground was flat and there wasn’t any nondescript muck to get on his boots in the Exalted Plains, which, he realised with resignation, was considered a victory these days.
The day had been long, the fights more difficult than Dorian had expected - these Freemen of the Dales were spirited, he’d give them that. He was glad for the heady scent of burning firewood hanging in the air around the camp, permeating throughout it. Dorian cast his eyes across the fire and ran his eyes over the Inquisitor, how the flames seemed to highlight the red of the elf’s hair and illuminate his pale complexion.