For all his faults, Ruth wasn’t a bad person. He just let his less than acceptable habits and impulses win more often than sense. While he would never admit it, people frightened him, especially those who wanted more than just the fun, rowdy Ruth. Those that wanted to get to know him, the real elf beneath all the bravado and witty remarks. Megara was someone he’d known for decades, had pulled him out of some tight spots and admittedly put up with more than her fair share of his antics. He owed her, and he hated being indebted to someone. Especially the Stoner.
[color=#cccccc]Sylaise is as she was, in part. This piece embodies the best parts of her essence. She has greatly eased the pain of Rut’theran’s friend and many since awakening. Others have chosen to slumber still, or remain as I have, quiet observers. We aid if called, or choose to. Those who have not found balance are seeking aid or solitude, the rest I cannot say. [/color]
While he was slightly reassured that no harm would come to Meg, Ruth’s eyes still narrowed fractionally. “Yeah. Ok.” And after a sigh, he followed it up with a chuckle. “Be prepared then, she likes to help out a lot, so I’d get used to seeing her pipe-tooting, chirpy and chatty self.” Gods she could whitter for an age if something caught her up in a tizz. ”Meg, I mean. Sylaise not so much.” If he thought about it, the Soul was the one responsible for his retention of his testicals so… there was that. Meg was still mad so he’d avoided the house of late.
He didn’t need anything translated when Revas mentioned ‘Harel though. “You mean baldy?... Solas.” He couldn’t help the scoff, rolling his eyes for good measure. “Skyhold. Last I heard anyway.” He’d not been back there since the Inquisition disbanded. Too many bad memories and a bitter taste left in his mouth hadn’t made it a desirable place to revisit.
“Anything else?” His eye shifted upwards, partly to Revas, but mostly to the spirit itself. Silence. “Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m have a bottle of liquor to neck.”
[color=#cccccc]Sylaise is as she was, in part. This piece embodies the best parts of her essence. She has greatly eased the pain of Rut’theran’s friend and many since awakening. Others have chosen to slumber still, or remain as I have, quiet observers. We aid if called, or choose to. Those who have not found balance are seeking aid or solitude, the rest I cannot say. [/color]
While he was slightly reassured that no harm would come to Meg, Ruth’s eyes still narrowed fractionally. “Yeah. Ok.” And after a sigh, he followed it up with a chuckle. “Be prepared then, she likes to help out a lot, so I’d get used to seeing her pipe-tooting, chirpy and chatty self.” Gods she could whitter for an age if something caught her up in a tizz. ”Meg, I mean. Sylaise not so much.” If he thought about it, the Soul was the one responsible for his retention of his testicals so… there was that. Meg was still mad so he’d avoided the house of late.
He didn’t need anything translated when Revas mentioned ‘Harel though. “You mean baldy?... Solas.” He couldn’t help the scoff, rolling his eyes for good measure. “Skyhold. Last I heard anyway.” He’d not been back there since the Inquisition disbanded. Too many bad memories and a bitter taste left in his mouth hadn’t made it a desirable place to revisit.
“Anything else?” His eye shifted upwards, partly to Revas, but mostly to the spirit itself. Silence. “Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m have a bottle of liquor to neck.”
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