Marcel had come a long way in his years since fleeing Tevinter, lived what felt like a lifetime away from his family and former friends, all because he didn’t want to continue the tradition of forced servitude to Tevinter’s military, his family refusing to use their money or influence to get him out of it, since they’d always been disappointed in their son without magic.
Now the barrier was down and he was back, hoping to use the research he’d learned from Rosalie to keep him out of the reeducation program, assuming anyone in Tevinter still cared that he fled military service.
Marcel pushed open the door to the Cobbled Swan with his shoulder, his hands preoccupied with balancing a precarious tower of notes, sketches, and what appeared to be a half-empty inkpot perched atop the stack. His entrance was less grand and more… chaotic. A stray parchment escaped, fluttering to the floor, but Marcel didn’t seem overly concerned. Instead, he called out in a chipper voice.
@Ilaria Obsidian
Now the barrier was down and he was back, hoping to use the research he’d learned from Rosalie to keep him out of the reeducation program, assuming anyone in Tevinter still cared that he fled military service.
Marcel pushed open the door to the Cobbled Swan with his shoulder, his hands preoccupied with balancing a precarious tower of notes, sketches, and what appeared to be a half-empty inkpot perched atop the stack. His entrance was less grand and more… chaotic. A stray parchment escaped, fluttering to the floor, but Marcel didn’t seem overly concerned. Instead, he called out in a chipper voice.
Hello? Lady Obsidian? Or am I dreadfully early and about to terrify some poor tea enthusiast?
@Ilaria Obsidian
12-24-2024, 04:25 PM
