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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Dorian!"

Bull called for him as soon as he was through their front door. It was too narrow for his liking, but the doorways and thresholds in the rest of the house made up for that. So did the ceiling height. He started hiking up the shirt he'd worn while out and about - it was the first thing to come off almost every time he came home. He'd never worn a shirt, unless it was under armor, before coming to Darrow and it was still an adjustment.

With a grunt he paused, momentarily frustrated when he got the neck and short sleeves of the t-shirt stuck on his arms and horns. He'd been in too much of a hurry.

"I found an undead kid today. He talks."

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[propertool]

"Andraste take the reins."
Dorian came into the kitchen with hands in the air. When Bull came in he had been sitting in the den with a spellbook over a whorl of incense, but dear Bull had arrived like a team of horses.

He gently reached out and turned Bull's shirt temporarily immaterial. It pooled at the qunari's feet.

"It what?"