Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-5543592-20151216204941

Much to Scire's ire. He figured that 2 years was a longer dry spell than any man deserved to have. Espically him. He was practically saint, with all his do-gooding and saving people. So why had the Four Corners selected him to torment? At first he'd assumed Hawke had just wanted to wait. But after months of waiting, he'd tried for it. Multiple times- going for the under the clothes move, trying very sexy talk. He'd been rejected each and every instance. He'd even just started stripping down once to see how Hawke would react- he had not foreseen her holding him down and forcing the clothes back on his body. That would have been embarressing for anyone to walk in on.

Aside from that, he'd had a successful two years. His powers had expanded, their range and strength increasing, and he'd grown in skill with his knife and bow. He'd grown more into a man's body, adding more bulk to his build and even gained an inch or two. Scire frequently compared himself to Vale- indeed, his Ashkhan brother was a very large, imposing elf, as their father had been before him. Scire thought that boded well for himself.

Unfortunately, he'd broke his arm once during the journey in a fight, which hadn't been much fun, but he'd gotten over the injury rather quickly thanks to Agatha and now had a neat little knot in the bone. Now that he'd experienced all kind of pains and breaks, he doubted there was much more anyone could throw his way.