[Too much about this place is extremely strange. There's so much metal here, strange surfaces, a message from what seems to be another place and time somehow visually brought to her, and a bunch of her things...and things that are not hers (but surely are now).
The first thing that is for certain is: she cannot stay in this room. It's likely that everyone else is trapped in here the same as her, like the sloth demon but with...very different dreams. So the first thing she does is sneak down whatever halls she can, trying every single door that is available to her. She doesn't think leaving this place out the obvious exit is going to get her anywhere, not until she finds her party.]
Network
Has anyone lost a mabari? Or a warhound of any kind? ...A dog. If you can call it that.
[She looks down with her glasses on, aimed down at what, to those from Ferelden, looks to be a mabari indeed. But pint-sized. It even has some war paint markings on it, but while the tail is going a mile a minute, she can't help but think it looks...pathetic.]
She isn't mine. Mine was nearly as tall as I am, and a male. I'm not about to steal someone's hound if she's bonded to someone. [She might steal most things, but pets? Not likely.] I found her barking at a few cats in an alley, so at least she's got the voice of a mabari. Big things in little packages. [She can relate.]
The Warden | Dragon Age
[Too much about this place is extremely strange. There's so much metal here, strange surfaces, a message from what seems to be another place and time somehow visually brought to her, and a bunch of her things...and things that are not hers (but surely are now).
The first thing that is for certain is: she cannot stay in this room. It's likely that everyone else is trapped in here the same as her, like the sloth demon but with...very different dreams. So the first thing she does is sneak down whatever halls she can, trying every single door that is available to her. She doesn't think leaving this place out the obvious exit is going to get her anywhere, not until she finds her party.]
Network
Has anyone lost a mabari? Or a warhound of any kind? ...A dog. If you can call it that.
[She looks down with her glasses on, aimed down at what, to those from Ferelden, looks to be a mabari indeed. But pint-sized. It even has some war paint markings on it, but while the tail is going a mile a minute, she can't help but think it looks...pathetic.]
She isn't mine. Mine was nearly as tall as I am, and a male. I'm not about to steal someone's hound if she's bonded to someone. [She might steal most things, but pets? Not likely.] I found her barking at a few cats in an alley, so at least she's got the voice of a mabari. Big things in little packages. [She can relate.]
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