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Trinne tries to make friends and is not amused! xD

Second part of the scrapcomics I did for the 8th chapter "Of Wardens and Pariahs" Found here: Of Warden and Pariahs ch 8--AlistairHarvey twirled the sharp object between his fingers, appreciating its point of balance and the surprisingly decent handiwork, considering field conditions the blacksmith probably had to deal with.
Strange, how nothing seemed like any of his concern. Nor the hubbub of soldiers carrying out their daily duties, nor the palpable tension that hung in the air--anxious whispers of tonight's pending battle that seemed to keep everyone on their toes. But the weight of the dagger in his hand--it was familiar and comforting somehow. A decent weapon, one he could definitely rely on.
The quartermaster, a middle aged man with a potbelly and quite an impressive mustache, appeared to have a similar opinion. "You have a keen eye," he said, commending the rogue's choice. He knelt beside a short stump, a cloth-wrapped bundle in his right hand, and without further ado unraveled the rest of the set, fourteen shiny siblings of the steel throwing knife Harvey held in his hand. The young noble wasn't surprise

Trinne Amell (c)
Alistair and the rest (c) Bioware

Description
Trinne tries to make friends and is not amused! xD

Second part of the scrapcomics I did for the 8th chapter "Of Wardens and Pariahs" Found here: Of Warden and Pariahs ch 8--AlistairHarvey twirled the sharp object between his fingers, appreciating its point of balance and the surprisingly decent handiwork, considering field conditions the blacksmith probably had to deal with.
Strange, how nothing seemed like any of his concern. Nor the hubbub of soldiers carrying out their daily duties, nor the palpable tension that hung in the air--anxious whispers of tonight's pending battle that seemed to keep everyone on their toes. But the weight of the dagger in his hand--it was familiar and comforting somehow. A decent weapon, one he could definitely rely on.
The quartermaster, a middle aged man with a potbelly and quite an impressive mustache, appeared to have a similar opinion. "You have a keen eye," he said, commending the rogue's choice. He knelt beside a short stump, a cloth-wrapped bundle in his right hand, and without further ado unraveled the rest of the set, fourteen shiny siblings of the steel throwing knife Harvey held in his hand. The young noble wasn't surprise

Trinne Amell (c)
Alistair and the rest (c) Bioware