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"My feet are so tired," Rook complained. "The wind in Hossberg could strip the hide from a bronto."
Lucanis had been rummaging in the kitchen, and stalked up to hand her a glass of water. "Take this. Hot chocolate is almost ready as well."
Rook collapsed into a chair. "How do you do that? We walked for miles today, slogged through muck and blight and killed hundreds of darkspawn and a few ogres, but you're cooking like we've done nothing but sit around waiting for a missive from Andraste herself."
Lucanis shrugged. "I'm an Antivan Crow. We train for anything."