Char: Blackwall, Val’Aishlym, Dorian, Iron Bull
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: There is a void at the bottom of every archer's quiver - except one law abiding elf archer.

Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym

Hyperspace

    They were camped out in the Western Approach, just having finished looking into the Darkspawn appearances. Val’Aishlym sat some ways from the fire staring up at the sky, Blackwall and Iron Bull sat directly next to the blaze sharpening their weapon while Dorian played with sparks of lightning in his hand. It was quiet between them before Blackwall spoke up. “Lavellan.” He’d decided some time ago he would never in this life time be able to pronounce the elf’s given name.

    Said elf looked at him. “Yes?”

    “I’ve come to notice something odd…well not necessarily odd….just interesting.” That gained everyone’s attention. They all looked at him, silently urging him to continue. “You see….we have 3 archers, correct?”

    “Sera, Varric, and I. Yes.” Val’Aishlym raised an eyebrow.

    “Now please don’t take offense to this but: Why are you the only one that does not shoot arrows often?” Dorian and Iron Bull’s gaze slowly drifted to the elf archer. They, too, were curious. The other 2 archers seemed to have an endless rain of arrows whereas Val’Aishlym shot less often, but still dealt heavy damage.

    “I do not own a quiver connected to hyperspace,” Val’Aishlym stated. Everyone’s brows shot up.

    “What do you mean?” they all asked at once.

    “I abode by the laws of logic and physics. I know that my quiver does not hold an endless amount of arrows like Sera does….and when did you ever see Varric reload his crossbow?” They all looked down in wonder. The dwarf didn’t even own a quiver.

    “Where the hell is he pulling the arrows from?” Iron Bull asked.

    “I doubt we want to know,” Val’Aishlym deadpanned.