All of us, my fifty new sons and I, managed to get out of the dungeon. My oldest, who also seemed to be the chief, and I named Bob after the gnome chief, was carrying the food.
As soon as Solas saw us, he ran to me and hugged me.
"Brother!" we were both blonde, but that didn't mean that I wanted to be called brother by him.
Still, I valued my internal organs, so I just patted him on the back.
"Hey, sweetheart," Nate had a smirk on his lips. I nodded at him, looking around for Aron. "He went on a skirmish."
Ah, Nate had always managed to understand me. I smiled. Aron was going to be just fine.
"Skirmish," Solas asked, chuckling. "Is that what we call it these days?"
I started to blink. Wait! What was that?
"He got offered a throne," oh, yes, that was nice, I thought to myself. "And a bride."
I balled my fists.
"Well, Sylvan, why are you angry?" Nate asked me, as he patted my behind. "When you do the same all the time?"