[past] The truth is

Garryn was glad to see Frankie, between the fact that Bhelen had trusted the King of Antiva, and the fact that Frankie had been such a help since Bhelen’s death, it comforted Garryn to have the king actually there. The look on Garryn’s face spoke volumes about how he felt, as he’d always been an expressive sort, it was hard for him to ever really hide how he was really feeling about something.

Well, you know what they say about Hangovers, hair of the dog is the best cure for that. Though I never really understood that saying, the principle is there. I do believe I have a bottle of whiskey in my study if you’d like to head there. The tower in Ostagar had been purposed for the assembly hall and Garryn’s rooms and office, as well as the other members of the assembly. It towered above the other structures and ruins, the dwarves had been slowly making the place look less like ruins and more like home. Though it was taking time, and Garryn wasn’t a patient sort. The faster the place felt more like home, looked more like home, the easier it would be on the dwarves to feel comfortable up on the surface. Though he imagined there would be some that would never feel truly at home there.

I hope the journey was all right. There’s a fireplace in my study, I know it’s colder down here than what you’re used to up in Antiva. The cold didn’t really bother Garryn that much, but he loved a good fire just the same. Something about the crackling and embers that made him feel soothed when he was having bad anxiety.