Life was infinitely more interesting while one was alive. Frank could argue that making the most of one's misfortunes was downright obvious with his circumstances. No memory of who or what he was, no direction, but where the music and blind faith led him. Some could call it freedom, being unbound, holding no ties, or at least not remembering them. A new life. While he knew little, Frank understood this about himself. That there was something, someone important that he needed to get back to.
His absence returned as he felt the warden draw alongside, downing a pint to quench his singing voice. Frank chuckled lightly, lifting his own mug a fraction in a small toast. The younger man seemed more relaxed now a few pints in, less tense about the looming threat of the screeching hordes of darkspawn. [color=#c14700]“I don’t think fighting the ilk, shit-faced, is a wise move. How’s your aim? Actually, no. Don’t. We’ll certainly be tossed out for that.” [/color]
His absence returned as he felt the warden draw alongside, downing a pint to quench his singing voice. Frank chuckled lightly, lifting his own mug a fraction in a small toast. The younger man seemed more relaxed now a few pints in, less tense about the looming threat of the screeching hordes of darkspawn. [color=#c14700]“I don’t think fighting the ilk, shit-faced, is a wise move. How’s your aim? Actually, no. Don’t. We’ll certainly be tossed out for that.” [/color]
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