Dragon age inquisition dwarven slaves in venatori hands

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“Don’t you find the sparkle charming?” Coins winked in his peripheral vision, scudding across the red silk tablecloth. Tarquin thumbed through the cards he was dealt-crisp, never-used, and edged with gold leaf that left his palms dusted with brilliant flecks. “Another round, then.” She summoned a dark-clad dealer to her side with the flick of a ruby-encrusted hand.

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“This is a private table-” She eyed the wrinkled uniform, the scuffed boots, and the rat-grey hat still dripping with rain. He knew the magister wouldn’t care for him pulling up a chair, so that’s just what he did. Characters DLC Packs News Media Help The Tavern Characters DLC Packs News Media Help The Tavern Minrathous Shadows By Sheryl Chee