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.

Comments

[dorianfadewalk]

"Hear hear." Dorian leaned against the lip of the bar, idly studying himself. "So, tell me of your life. Your research. Your daring political moves. It sounds I have a great deal of catching up to do."

He was still young--younger than the other Dorian had been when he first left home, though not by too much.