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Abigail had never been quicker with washing than this evening. Normally and especially after hours in a place full of dust and enemies who covered her with blood, she preferred to take a long bath. But not today; not when this mysterious archer with the husky voice and dangerous smile was waiting for her in the Hanged Man. And of course Carver. It wasn't as if she did not want to spent time with him, but her younger sibling had been such an idiot when they had met two days ago. She loved him and was glad that he had survived, but at the same time she wanted to smack him each time they met. Turning to her vanity, she looked at her face in the

Set obviously, just at the start of the Deep Roads mission. He thought he'd done pretty well, when it came down to it. The rickety stairs down to the cavern entrance were negotiated without incident. It was dark, thank the Maker, when they got there, and Bartrand thought it would be better to make camp inside rather than out considering rain was threatening, so there was no sudden loss of light to unsettle him. He kept a spell wisp going, in any case, as did Saoirse. It was embarrassing how much he relied on those two spots of light. They set up camp and Anders busied himself with his bedroll. It was new, as was his pack. Saoirse had dropped