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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 02:07 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-08-07 04:00 am (UTC)From:"Yes, well, forgive me if I'm not exactly on top of my game at the moment, between Justice's screeching about this place and the curious lack of my lovers. Oh, and also, the still breathing thing."
He reached around the bar and pulled out a bottle of something strong-looking, which he proceeded to drink straight from the bottle, Justice's thoughts on alcohol be damned.
He spared a partially curious, partially indifferent glance to the elf when she approached.