RP In the Tavern: Open to Everyone

[thecryoftheseagulls]

The Herald's Rest was mostly dark and silent, except for the fire lit in the great hearth casting flickering shadows about the walls, and the blue glow emanating from a certain apostate sitting before the fire next to Marian Hawke.

Anders took a deep breath and the fade cracks receded from his skin. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers, and cradled a mostly-empty mug of some piss-quality ale in his free hand.

"Sorry," he said, yet again. "We've all but given up Justice's return to the Fade being a possibility. Really, I think he expected to die when I did. Seeing as I didn't, that leaves us both in a bit of a lurch." He looked into the flames with a frown.

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[thecryoftheseagulls]

(OOC: Ack, my apologies, guys. I had to go out for a bit and a bit turned into several hours unexpectedly. I'm back now, and good with whatever posting order).

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

(ooc: my apologies too, had to go to bed early for a job interview. I guess we should go like Marian, Tali, Anders and back to Marian. Is that ok for you, Tali?)

[keelah_selai]

(OOC: No problem on either front!)

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

(ooc: ok, so please, go on Tali. Marian had just invited you to seat ^^)

[keelah_selai]

(OOC: Whoops, wrong placement!)