RP: Throught the Eluvian! (pt. 2)

[heromiyuu]

((ooc: Splitting the thread since we splitted the group ^^))

Watching Blackwall, concerned as he was about Aria, and how he was quick to come to her aid reminded Neria a little of Alistair, and she would've smiled at the thought if the barrier around the city blocking her connection with the Fade wasn't also dampening her feelings. She was sure the Inquisitor would do her best to come back and to help them, but right now they needed to focus on the city: understanding the place and its system, how to blend in and, most important, how to locate someone.

Time passed in a different way inside the Fade, so it seemed right to think Dagna was strayed in the city for at least a few days. And if she knew Dagna well enough, the arcanist would likely be attracted by places dealing with knowledge and research. Neria examined the datapad again, still little clue on what to do with that contraption.

RP: Logan Hawke, Anders (serhealsalot)

[exiledalistair]

The hallways were quiet. The kitchens were quiet. Everything had just been strangely quiet for a while now. Alistair was in socked feet, loose linen pants and a soft unlaced shirt, standing over a small pot of porridge he was cooking... for himself? It was more porridge than even he could eat comfortably, especially considering it was porridge he was making, which no one could eat comfortably.

He rubbed at his forhead. Why did he feel like he was missing something? Well a bigger more something than usual anyway.

He'd have to ask... someone. When he saw... them? Zevran, his brain whispered. How many days has he been gone? He frowned, and looked out the small window slits that ventilated the room, and the question was gone already as he wondered for the thousandth time whether it was morning or night.

It was whatever time it was, but he'd woken up alone in his bed, with a headache from too much wine and his shoes on, feeling despondent. Lonely. Which was fairly usual, all things considered. He stirred again, frowning into the whitish-brownish-greyish paste. "Probably more water," he muttered.