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Since you spend the majority of your time patrolling Kirkwall, inside and out, if you want to move forward with your social life, you have to combine it with work.
You are too good at your job though, so you landed Darktown as a place to purge patrol.
- Invite 🦅
- Survive the chokedamp
- Survive the gangs
- Look out of cave mouths at the cliffs
- Survive the chokedamp
- Observe corpses
- Picnic on a maleficar
“This is a great view.” said Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall, her spiky black armour creaking when she leant out of the mouth of one of the wretched mine shafts the locals use for shelter. The black cliffs stand like an immense brick wall across a narrow channel of choppy grey water. This view shows some of the defaced statues of the old gods carved into the jet stone which gives the city its name.
The woman half the world fears, turned from the glassless window, striding up to you, where you stood at a safer distance. “What are these people moaning about? When I look out my bedroom window, all I see is the side of your uncle's mansion.” jauntily she pointed at you, wagging that finger and winking. She was taller, and almost as heavy and as strong as you, setting your heart pounding. You could never predict what the she-dragon was going to do, and while you will never admit to being afraid of anything, let alone a woman, you were afraid of her. You would be mad not to be. If anyone living represented Emerius, she did.
🦅
“What am I supposed to do with this?” she said, a few minutes later, nudging a corpse with the toe of her steel boots. From what you had heard and witnessed, she delivered to anxious buyers many corpses she found lying around. “This doesn't look like a celebrity.”
She was checking for identifying marks when the both of you were jumped by criminal dwarves. More criminal dwarves. 'Criminal dwarves' - a redundancy. You had already slaughtered more than twenty of them mere minutes after arriving in Darktown. They never learn, and never reduce in number.
“Hah! Haaaah! Watch in horror as I rip you apart!” Hawke screamed, swinging her gigantic sword around with supernatural speed, her eyes leaving trails of scarlet light behind them. You had to be very careful to stay on the opposite end of the battlefield, and compared to her you may as well have been a grandmother wielding a knitting needle. Your grenades did not harm her in the least.
🦅
The same sort of thing occurred when you encountered the maleficar you suspected was there, lurking in the very lowest part of the rancid warrens, just before the Undercity. Any lower and you would end up in the sewers, and you would never take a lady into the sewers where you had your brain shattered on your very first patrol.
“Ooh! This is the best view yet!” Hawke, future viscountess, queen in all but name, squelched over the spongy flesh of the abomination you just killed together, striding towards where a wall should be, but where there is only a low railing preventing one from falling a thousand feet onto black rocks. Ships were sailing past, their multicoloured sails full of wind.
Hawke drew a deep breath. “Mmmm! Smoke, brine, and death - nothing like it.”