Snippet #1377911

Well, that was more fun than I've had in a while... Jasper could not help but think as much as he flicked his blades to send all the blackish Darkspawn blood arcing off them. He'd have to administer a proper clean-and sharpen later, but the great thing about dwarven steel was its sheer resilience. His one remaining potion, the poultice that the Dalish lass had refused, went back into his belt-pouch with no further protest from him, and his weapons to their sheaths.

There seemed to be a large gathering of people to his left, but he had something else to attend to for the moment. Letting out a low, trilling bird-whistle, he grinned when Valhalla responded immediately, swooping in and taking up her customary residence on his shoulder. Luckily, there was a layer of thick fabric and then a pauldron and some ordinary clothing in between her talons and his skin. He'd long since stopped feeling off-balance when the russet-gold bird settled there. Also at his bidding came the jet-black horse he'd recently purchased. He'd had to pay extra for one that would respond to such a call, but it was well worth it. He'd actually left the beast back here early in the evening, and had been fully intent on returning the next morning. Convenient, that.

Strangely, his steed was followed by another, smaller one that looked to be a bit lost. As soon as it saw the blond mage in the thick of people, however, it nickered and trotted straight over to her. Huh... suppose that works, Jasper thought to himself with a shrug. Accessing his saddlebags, he placed several of the pilfered items he'd gained from the battle within and patted the beast's neck before gradually joining the gathering of people. He said nothing at first, merely listening to the flow of conversation. Ah, so they are Grey Wardens. Figures.

Jasper spent a moment debating with himself, but the conclusion was easy enough. There was slim chance of him coming upon anything more interesting than this, no matter how many years he spent wandering Ferelden or the surrounding countries. It would seem that Fate had a way of smacking him in the face when she decided she wished something of him. For now, he chose to let them finish out their conversation. Each group would probably assume he was with the other, and that was fine for now.