[past] The truth is

Frankie made a face at the thought of an arranged marriage. Then shuddered at the brief moments he had been forced to dwell on such. [color=#c14700]“For some it may work, but I have not often encountered it. An arrangement like that though is not uncommon either, for myself. However, I could not see myself entertaining the idea.” [/color]No. He was not one to share, especially with something that encapsulated every fibre of his being and soul. His wife, though. He knew, she thought, felt different from time to time. It was something he refused to bring up, fearful of what exactly would boil to the surface.

[color=#c14700]“I think, perhaps, you just focus on gaining the genuine attention of one person and then take it from there.” [/color]He’d chuckle, bringing the glass to his lips for a deep sip. The Antivan relaxed some, as the fire’s heat began eating away at the Ferelden damp. Part of him wondered how the dwarves stomached it, especially when Orzammar had channels of viscous lava flowing through its very city.

While he felt Garryn was aabeing generous with his host country, it still felt to him that the Ferelden’s were stiffing the dwarven refugees. His brows shrugged, [color=#c14700]“Mmm. You do have good instincts, Ferelden is unsettled right now with this succession business. Perhaps tensions would ease. You know what the Ferelden’s are like with outsiders overstaying their welcome.”[/color] His eyes gave the young man a knowing look, one only had to look at history.