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[noble_son]

After a conversation a short while ago, I find myself wondering if anyone has ever made any attempt to organise a group of people willing to teach other capable individuals their combat skills.

[He had thought about simply doing it himself - he knows he can, but he will get nowhere by stepping on toes.]

If they haven't, then I'd like to begin. It won't be something suitable for everyone, but it should be available to everyone, should they want and be able to engage in it.

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[circlejerked]

<sub>[Did it, though? Did it, really? Random escalation is how Anders remembers many of the company's conversations going, and the thought oddly fills him with a warm sense of nostalgia for Ferelden.

Shrugging, Anders helpfully fills in the pause with:]</sub>

You using people for targets? At the rate you're going, one wrong shot and murder might be right around the corner.

[noble_son]

[There's some truth there, and he feels the same nostalgia along with perhaps a little less warmth than Anders. One never does forget the pervading smell of dog over Ferelden, and it has the effect of making one wonder why they miss it so much.]

Next time, I may accidentally aim in your direction, Anders.

['Accidentally'.]

[circlejerked]

You'd make me Rutherford's sloppy seconds, and after all I've done for you? And hypothetically would do as per this conversation?

_{[Rude, Nathaniel. Anders draws back, nose up in the look of someone insulted.]}

Just for that, you can hide your own bodies.

[noble_son]

Ah, I see how it is. Clearly our friendship means nothing to you.

[Both eyebrows lift, and there's something in his eyes that's almost like a challenge. He's joking, of course, falling into the swing of jabbing at the mage like an old friend.]

If you won't help me hide a theoretical body then I really don't know where we go from here.