She spits and grabs his arm, sizing. There's something off about her shoulders — a familiar asymmetry. Vance shrugs helplessly: Look, he's just here to pay.
"Too many soldiers. Don't know if there's a good bowtree left in all Orlais." Groused. She releases him, steps back. "I'm making something special. Needs a test. Deserters here can't draw for shit."
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She spits and grabs his arm, sizing. There's something off about her shoulders — a familiar asymmetry. Vance shrugs helplessly: Look, he's just here to pay.
"Too many soldiers. Don't know if there's a good bowtree left in all Orlais." Groused. She releases him, steps back. "I'm making something special. Needs a test. Deserters here can't draw for shit."