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.
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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Date: 2015-08-07 12:40 am (UTC)From:"Fine, fine." She put the dagger away. "So tell me the story, Ser Pavus. Tell me all about how the Tevinter mage isn't like all the others. And make it a good one. It's getting bloody boring here."
That impish smile was back, but it had lost some its' glimmer and charm. Isabela could feel the pull of the Fade. It was distant, like a dull thump in the back of her mind and honestly, she was getting a little sick of this place. Might as well be entertained, it was as good as a distraction...well, almost as good as any.
A half-full bottle of wine was nearby, which she quickly grabbed and handed to Dorian. "Start talking. Any time I think you're lying, or even exaggerating, you drink. And then I'll drink. It will be fun."