Alaric followed Deyran’s lead, his stride easy and unhurried, but his sharp gaze took in every detail of the bustling streets of Denerim. The rich tapestry of life unfolded around them, and though he didn’t say it, he found the energy of the city oddly comforting. It was alive, humming with possibility—a perfect backdrop for the two of them.
As they approached the Gnawed Noble, Alaric slowed his pace slightly, letting Deyran take the lead. His gaze lingered for just a moment longer on the swinging sign before he turned his attention back to his companion. The soft golden light spilling from the windows cast a warm glow over Deyran, highlighting the strength in his frame and the playful glint in his eyes.
He gestured grandly toward the entrance, stepping aside with a flourish to let Deyran enter first.
As they stepped inside, the warmth of the tavern enveloped them, along with the familiar hum of conversation and the faint strains of a bard’s melody in the corner. Alaric let his gaze roam the room, assessing the crowd with a practiced ease. It was a lively scene—nobles rubbing shoulders with adventurers, merchants laughing over tankards of ale, and the occasional shadowy figure lurking near the back.
@Deyran
Ah, Denerim,Alaric mused, his tone carrying an exaggerated air of nostalgia.
Is there any city quite like it? Where else can you find this intoxicating blend of sweat, desperation, and overpriced ale? Truly, a gem among gems.He flashed a sly grin at Deyran, his expression equal parts amused and teasing.
As they approached the Gnawed Noble, Alaric slowed his pace slightly, letting Deyran take the lead. His gaze lingered for just a moment longer on the swinging sign before he turned his attention back to his companion. The soft golden light spilling from the windows cast a warm glow over Deyran, highlighting the strength in his frame and the playful glint in his eyes.
Well, this looks promising,Alaric remarked, his voice rich with approval.
I have to say, you’ve got good taste. Not everyone can appreciate the finer things in life, like a sturdy table and a bartender who can pour a drink without spilling half of it.
He gestured grandly toward the entrance, stepping aside with a flourish to let Deyran enter first.
After you, my daring companion. Let’s see if this place lives up to its reputation—or if we’re about to create a new one.
As they stepped inside, the warmth of the tavern enveloped them, along with the familiar hum of conversation and the faint strains of a bard’s melody in the corner. Alaric let his gaze roam the room, assessing the crowd with a practiced ease. It was a lively scene—nobles rubbing shoulders with adventurers, merchants laughing over tankards of ale, and the occasional shadowy figure lurking near the back.
@Deyran
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