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I’ve been sent to the jail cells.
It’s not my fault but I guess it was seeing as I’m in here.
I was kind of happy to get invited to the Tavern by the other girls who share my room. We don’t really interact since I’m the only female Journeyman in the smithing areas and being about 7 feet tall with horns isn’t exactly a figure that makes people go, “I’d like to get to know her!”
It is the kind of figure that makes idiotic drunks ask how much to climb me. Then they put a hand on me and I just...
I don’t like strangers touching me. Nobody really touches me to begin with but I get strangers touching me and I need to stop them. So I pushed the guy and all hell broke loose. Knocked him into a bunch of soldiers (I do not know my own strength apparently) who decide the ox woman is at fault for defending herself against a creeper. The girls who invited me to the tavern just avoid coming to my rescue even though they clearly saw I was being hit on and didn’t like it. Some asshole shouted “rope the cow woman!”
We got into a full grown tussle that culminated into me being pinned down by about five guys and dragged down into the dungeons. And now I sit here, scratching my words into my journal in this dark dank cell.
My face hurts, my legs hurts. I think my knuckles are bruised. Enbor’s gonna be pissed. This is the second time I’ve tried interacting with people outside of work and it went down hill.
Still can’t figure out why that Fiona woman was angry I asked about mages doing other things. A mage could easily make a concentrated flame that was small enough to do pinpoint welding. I’m sure of it.
I wonder if I’m going to be kicked out of Skyhold for this. I mean it’s not like I’m getting paid and I am just working here for room and board. Which I wish I could get some kind of allowance but how do I bring that up? Who do I talk to about it? Should I even bring it up? I don’t know who to talk to.
Why am I even wondering these things when there’s a good chance I’m going to be kicked out of here?