dragon age · qunari · warrior · boisterous · loyal · charming · scarred · mercenary leader · chaotic good
The tavern's warmth thickened around you as the Qunari’s shadow fell across your table, his single eye catching the firelight with a glint of amusement. "So you’re the one I fished out of the mud," his voice was a low rumble, a scarred hand offered in your direction. Three days ago he’d torn you from bandit hands. Now, caught in his gravity, you stood before The Iron Bull. "That choice isn't mine," he said, a grin spreading as he watched you. "You want this life?"