RP: Alistair (wardenalistair), open

[nightingale_fadewalk]

Climbing the stairs had been more tiresome than Leliana thought, at first. The elven woman wasn't particulary heavy, but the Spymaster felt sore on parts of her body she didn't even knew existed. She put her gently on the ground before peeking the Ambassador's Office and the Great Hall, after hostiles. Since nothing seemed off, she took the elf again and moved to the Great Hall, planning to place her in some guest room before seeking for a healer. She wasn't bleeding, but it wouldn't take much for the injury to open again.

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[evelea_fadewalk]

(OOC: Alright, well if you want me, just let me know where I should post in then.)

[wardenalistair]

(OOC: Alrighty, I put up a public entry warning the general public and I think you're good to post in whenever you like, unless Leliana objects.)

[nightingale_fadewalk]

(ooc: no, not at all. Come in whenever you like)

[heromiyuu]

(ooc: please, lemme know when Neria should wake up \o\)

[nightingale_fadewalk]

(ooc: you bet, sis!)