The Written Word

[font=Arial, serif]Being wrapped up in his own head, his own thoughts and musings were familiar and well trodden paths for Ruth. He had always been an outsider, a loner, even when surrounded by a gaggle of bastard mercenaries or holed up in Skyhold researching for the Inquisition. There were times where he got lost in his own musings staring at that blasted hole in the sky. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif]Ruth was particular about his space, well, when he had a space to work in that wasn’t the floor of his tent or room in a tavern. He liked his privacy, details about himself kept strictly under a number of guarded layers. “Making oneself at home, implies one has a home to begin with,” he quipped back, shoulders shrugging, hands finding themselves behind his head. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif]Ruth blinked and the offer presented did nothing to damper his growing amusement. The man was just lining the opportunities one after another. “Well… I had come with the intention of just business, but I’m seriously reconsidering that.” Ruth’s chuckled rumbled some at the back of his throat, “We can talk business over lunch if you like. In the meantime you can tell me how an Auburn beaut landed this gig, yeah?”[/font]