Falling like ashes to the ground

Interesting was one way to describe it. Meg hummed in agreement. [color=#008e02]“It’s not… terrible either. I was not… coping well with life before. I put on a smile, laughed with people, carried on the good fight, but deep down I was a ghost wandering my way through.”[/color] Looking at the bell of her pipe she’d sigh. Admitting out loud still irked her, but (at this time) Nairn would want her to find happiness, even if that didn’t involve his love, hers would sustain her. [color=#008e02]“I think that's why she sought me out, we helped each other.” [/color]

Then her grin returned, [color=#008e02]“Only problem is, I’m a bit of a coward when it comes to leadership things. It's a bit scary for someone who’s spent their life hiding their talents.”[/color] It was either hide or risk being thrown into a circle and luckily she had landed as part of a network of thieves and smugglers the latter could be avoided. Others though were not as lucky.

[color=#008e02]“Oh yeah, it sucks for some. Do you know.. That the Champion of Kirkwall has a demon?”[/color] Her brows lifted, curious if he’d heard the rumour of not. [color=#008e02]“Went on a rampage at the Hawke estate. Nobody died, but yeah, didn’t want to piss her off before, be suicide now.”[/color]