Megara had never put a place as home, but people who loved and cared about her and she with them. It had been Kirkwall for a long time, and when that had fallen apart, the Inquisition. Now Arlathan had become her newest place, but for the people in need and the difference she could make. It also meant she could keep an eye on her most evasive friend.
The two sat in relative quiet, enjoying the peaceful surroundings. Her smile grew soft around the nip, casting a glance over to him as he spoke. [color=#008e02]“Yeeeah, between them options that’s a def surety.”[/color] She’d chuckle, [color=#008e02]“But they good for not just that. A friend of mine is always sleeping in them when he’s on the road.” [/color]
Taking the pipe out, she’d try her best Ruth impression, with frowning lines and all.[color=#008e02] “Better than havin’ some twat setting my tent on fire… I think he forgets that trees make excellent torches.” [/color]
The two sat in relative quiet, enjoying the peaceful surroundings. Her smile grew soft around the nip, casting a glance over to him as he spoke. [color=#008e02]“Yeeeah, between them options that’s a def surety.”[/color] She’d chuckle, [color=#008e02]“But they good for not just that. A friend of mine is always sleeping in them when he’s on the road.” [/color]
Taking the pipe out, she’d try her best Ruth impression, with frowning lines and all.[color=#008e02] “Better than havin’ some twat setting my tent on fire… I think he forgets that trees make excellent torches.” [/color]
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