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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[keelah_selai]

Tali shuffled her feet, before visibly shaking herself and striding forward towards Marian. She dodged out of the way of the sandy haired human in the feathery dress and then she stopped again, just before the benches, and stuck out a gloved, three-fingered hand. "Hello. My name is Tali'Zorah vas Normandy. And you are?" Her voice reverbs slightly through the helmet.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders nodded to the hooded figure as he passed her, his eyes skimming down her curious clothes - armor? - before returning to Varric.