It's what I know

Nathaniel wasn’t sure the last time he had this much fun. Not that he never had any fun with the wardens, but a life of servitude forced on him nearly twenty years earlier, wasn’t a life that offered up a lot of fun. Though with some of the other Ferelden wardens he definitely couldn’t say life was dull either, but he wouldn’t always consider it fun.

When the last round of singing came to an end, Nathaniel threw himself into a pint of ale, his throat parched from the singing. Perhaps he should feel guilty for having fun while Ferelden went little by little up shit’s creek, but he figured he wasn’t good to anyone if he wasn’t at the top of his game, and he could definitely use the rest and relaxation for a bit. Besides, what was a few hours going to do in the long run, wasn’t like he was going to single handedly defeat the blight in that time.

He drank down the pint in record time and grinned at his new found friend.

Ya know, you, this, it’s definitely a distraction that was much needed my friend. If only I could stay in this moment indefinitely. He rather missed the Free Marches, he thought about maybe transferring once the blight was over, IF they blight was ever over. He owed Lana a lot, but it wasn’t a decision he could make lightly because it would also mean giving up his position with the Aerial Protectorate.