Help her keep warm.

"Are you alright, Dagna?" You asks, approaching the shivering arcanist.

"Yeah, it's just... I grew up in a forge on the edge of a pool of lava." Dagna tells you.

"No wonder you find it chilly up here." You observe.

Out of the blue, Dagna glances over at you with a look that's downright saucy.

"There are ways of making it less frosty. And I'm not talking about magic." She smiles.

"Or explosions, for once." You quip.

From there, you both proceed with little abandon, or subtlety. Dagna welcomes you into her bedroll. Obviously designed for a human, it's just snug enough for you and the arcanist.

You lie on your sides, arms around the dwarf's waist. It's enjoyable just to be close, and it isn't long before Dagna is made aware of your "enjoyment". To her credit, she cracks a joke about seeing where you keep your staff.

Not long after, Dagna's hands dart beneath her waist, and you feel her undoing something.

"What're you doing?" You ask, fully aware and anticipating what she's doing.

"Whaddaya think? Do you have like, a spell or something to open your pants?" Dagna asks. A foolish question, well, to a mage from any other Circle, you guess.

"Must've missed that class." You say, before trying the old-fashioned way.

After a few seconds, you're both free. You can feel Dagna's ass rubbing up against the tip of your cock.

"Stone, let's do this!" Dagna says, excitement in her voice.

You sigh in delight as you enter her and begin fucking. Most of the ribald talk you and the other apprentices shared had been about human and elven women. One brave soul even voiced his desire for one of the grey-skinned giants of Par Vollen. Little was said about the snatch of a dwarven woman, but Dagna feels good enough to have you thinking of ways to get Vivienne to send you to Orzammar.

Dagna's ready, receptive and randy. For every thrust you give, she reciprocates in kind. She pants and moans as you fuck. You'd have never thought a woman in the throes of passion could sound so adorable.

As you slam in and out of her, your hands explore her petite body. You delve under her shirt, seizing one of her tits and squeezing it. Dagna mewls appreciatively. She's endowed for her size. It isn't much longer before she climaxes.

Nor is it long before you find yourself on the verge as well. A scant few minutes after Dagna came, you feel your sack tighten. Tired, aroused and still a tiny bit hungover, you're not able to remember whether human men can impregnate dwarven women. Still, you're leaving nothing to chance. Pulling out, you finish over Dagna's ass and legs.

Dagna fumbles in the bedroll until she's facing you. She's flushed, her forehead tinged with sweat. The two of you warmed up alright.

"Not bad, mister mage." Dagna beams sleepily. It isn't long before both of you drift off.

-

In the morning, Dagna's up before you, leaving you scrabbling to make ready while she waits.

As you head back to Montsimmard, Dagna reveals Vivienne has offered her to stay at the tower a while. A sort of unofficial residence.

While it's surely far from her only intention, your mind still thrills to think of Dagna's ingenuity and creativity in the service of Vivienne's decadent romps.

When you arrive at the tower in the early evening, two mages greet you and take Dagna to inspect her new workshop, leaving you to ponder your next course.