It wasn’t a tree beneath his hands. The wood belonged to a stall. The sounds of a city hit him suddenly and then the smell of piss and ale and saltwater followed. His vision stopped spinning and he looked up and almost promptly threw up as Kirkwall’s Lowtown appeared before him.
You son of a bitch. You stupid son of a bitch. You brought us HERE? Of all the Maker’s damned places!
Before he could help himself he looked first in the direction of Hightown it used to be one could see the top of the Chantry, just below the Viscount’s palace. There was another building in the spot where that once stood, shorter it seemed from the angle he was standing. Of course, they would rebuild it. That made sense. It was strange to see the familiar skyline changed to the point it was and odder still to feel guilt upon looking at it rather than fury and rage. His eyes darted next toward where the Gallows stood. It was still there but while the rest of the city seemed to have been rebuilt the Gallows stood empty.
His heart hammered in his chest as he took stock of the rest of himself, his feet taking him toward an alley. It seemed he still knew his way around somewhat because he was under cover quickly. Anders took stock of himself once he was sure he was somewhat hidden. He felt the weight of his staff across his back and became aware of the cloak on his back, though the hood must have fallen at some point. The sun was starting to set so the dark would only help him get the hell out of the city. Though it might be better to just bunker down. Bethany was still in the area, wasn’t she? He could get word to her.
Before he could make a plan of action however someone was standing in front of him. The moment the man was within reach Elgar’nan hummed inside him. It was an elf in front of him but there was something more. The mage took a step back and exhaled, ”No, I’m fine, excuse me.” he said, pulling the hood of the cloak down further to shield his face.
You son of a bitch. You stupid son of a bitch. You brought us HERE? Of all the Maker’s damned places!
Before he could help himself he looked first in the direction of Hightown it used to be one could see the top of the Chantry, just below the Viscount’s palace. There was another building in the spot where that once stood, shorter it seemed from the angle he was standing. Of course, they would rebuild it. That made sense. It was strange to see the familiar skyline changed to the point it was and odder still to feel guilt upon looking at it rather than fury and rage. His eyes darted next toward where the Gallows stood. It was still there but while the rest of the city seemed to have been rebuilt the Gallows stood empty.
His heart hammered in his chest as he took stock of the rest of himself, his feet taking him toward an alley. It seemed he still knew his way around somewhat because he was under cover quickly. Anders took stock of himself once he was sure he was somewhat hidden. He felt the weight of his staff across his back and became aware of the cloak on his back, though the hood must have fallen at some point. The sun was starting to set so the dark would only help him get the hell out of the city. Though it might be better to just bunker down. Bethany was still in the area, wasn’t she? He could get word to her.
Before he could make a plan of action however someone was standing in front of him. The moment the man was within reach Elgar’nan hummed inside him. It was an elf in front of him but there was something more. The mage took a step back and exhaled, ”No, I’m fine, excuse me.” he said, pulling the hood of the cloak down further to shield his face.
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