Fadewalk

 I hate this place.  I mean, I really hate it.

Fade everywhere.  Two Tevinter mages.  An elf who isn't an elf.  Varric and Anders and Fenris, but at least one of them isn't from my world.

Oh, and now an Envy demon.

Fuck.

I've spent hours in the Herald's Rest, talking up a mage and an elf and drinking some truly fantastic whiskey but it didn't help.  All of my usual fallbacks are not working.

I'm off to find a corner somewhere that isn't full of demons and Fade shit.  

If anyone needs a break, or wants to spar, come join me.  I've found a lovely spot above the armory that feels....not completely safe but it's warm and there's plenty of weapons to go around if we need to kill something.  

Looks like we're stuck here together, so I say we drink.

Heavily.

If you're anywhere near the tavern tonight (the big, slanty-roofed building), come on by. I've got the boys bringing up every cask, flask, bottle, and glass we had on the Siren's Call II. I think after all the shit that's going on, everyone needs a good stiff drink.  And other things.

Do come, sweet things.  I'm in desperate need of new company after being stuck on a ship for months with men whose vocabulary consisted of single-syllabic words.  Maker.

Let's make it a party, shall we?