No Love Lost
Morrigan stopped and jabbed her staff at the dusty street. Panting, the mabari dog’s tongue hung out. Denerim was big, but this was ridiculous.
“Alistair, we’ve passed this gate before. Give me the map.”
She unrolled the parchment and traced a route through the Dark Alley, past the Deserted Building, back to the Palace District. “We’ve been running in circles. These gate finials match those on the map for the Arl’s Estate.”
“I thought they were runes,” Alistair said.
Morrigan looked at the mabari. “We have a dog, and Alistair is still the dumbest one in the party.”
Friday Fictioneers: 100-word stories
Dragon Age: Origins Fan Fiction. The last sentence is a Morrigan quote from the game.
photo prompt: J. Hardy Carroll