It had been a tiring few days, from returning from beyond Arlathan with those shipments, to finding a spare few hours to find rest. Revas had not truly stopped, had he been to visit anyone, they likely would've told him to stop. Alaric sure would have, that much he knew for certain, to he stayed away. There was still plenty to be done and no matter how many he saw wandering through the streets of Arlathan peacefully, that did little to stop his unease knowing Elgar'nan and the bulk of his forces were still out in Thedas somewhere. Just waiting for the right opportunity to take what the absolute fool believed to be his. None of it was and it never would be, he did not think any of the Evanuris had such a right anymore. This land was no longer mostly comprised of elvhen like him after all, but of so many more than that.
Still the politics of Thedas as a whole was not his concern, nor even that of the People really. He had been a leader once before, not anymore. Instead he turned his focus towards studies long neglected. His first few months awake had been a frantic dash across the world seeking Feredir out, or Solas as he now liked to be called. As well as seeing what humans had become and what their intentions were, though he hadn't had a chance to sit down and speak properly with any child of stone, perhaps he should change that in the near future.
Still he had cast aside any pursuit of knowledge that was not geared towards his primary goal at the time, and frankly speaking, he had missed it. With that in mind he had spent much of the late morning and all of the afternoon doing just that, settled with various books and tomes around him, in the quiet and familiar space of the Vhenadahl that reminded him of a home not quite gone. While he had not been awake at the time, talk of rifts that had once been present when the Veil was still up made him curious, such magic was new to even him. Was the anything of such force left behind now the Veil had come down? He intended to find out.
Revas had done exactly that, seeking out every detail he could find, until his stomach started growling in protest about a lack of food early into the evening. With a frustrated grumble, he packed away what few belongings he had brought with him - books and all - slinging the small satchel onto one shoulder to head back into the city proper. Finding somewhere to eat was not difficult, saddening as it may be that certain dishes never tasted quite the same as he remembered, that did not stop him consuming what he'd ordered. Or the dessert that followed either. In truth he had intended to head back, read for a few more hours and then take his leave of Arlathan that night. He wished to see what had become of his former land, and perhaps then head back to Starkhaven to see how things were progressing there. There was not much he could do here in Arlathan at the moment as it was. Not to the scale he wished at least.
Instead of a peaceful evening however, came a ruckus catching his attention a little ways down the street. Lo and behold, what was causing such sounds? Ruth. Because of course it was. The sounds of shouting only grew louder as he approached, soft footsteps slow as he hung slightly back to watch the scene unfold, a typical brawl was there not a smattering of magic present in the air. It was with a heavy sigh that he moved to intervene, the last thing the city needed was the People fighting amongst themselves.
Ruth would find a hand at the back of his collar, easily lifting the younger up and away from the fighting. No matter how much he fought, he wasn't going anywhere. If he did not wish to be dragged kicking and shouting like a petulant child, he should not act like one. [color=#008e02]"Be. Quiet."[/color] The tone was harsh, a finality to his words before hazel eyes took to addressing the group that now seemed to be observing him. Given how he had yanked Ruth away one handed. [color=#008e02]"The rest of you will return inside, apologize to the owner and one another, then leave. Do I make myself clear?"[/color] This was not a mere traveler speaking, but man who had grown used to giving orders and expected them to be followed. His tone seemed to be enough, grumbling their acceptance as things began to quieten down. Only once he was sure did he proceed to yank the other further down the street, until they were a fair distance from that bar, only then did Revas drop him onto his feet.
[color=#008e02]"So, anything to say for yourself? Or should I just douse you in water and be done with it?"[/color] So much for a quiet night of travel and reading.
Still the politics of Thedas as a whole was not his concern, nor even that of the People really. He had been a leader once before, not anymore. Instead he turned his focus towards studies long neglected. His first few months awake had been a frantic dash across the world seeking Feredir out, or Solas as he now liked to be called. As well as seeing what humans had become and what their intentions were, though he hadn't had a chance to sit down and speak properly with any child of stone, perhaps he should change that in the near future.
Still he had cast aside any pursuit of knowledge that was not geared towards his primary goal at the time, and frankly speaking, he had missed it. With that in mind he had spent much of the late morning and all of the afternoon doing just that, settled with various books and tomes around him, in the quiet and familiar space of the Vhenadahl that reminded him of a home not quite gone. While he had not been awake at the time, talk of rifts that had once been present when the Veil was still up made him curious, such magic was new to even him. Was the anything of such force left behind now the Veil had come down? He intended to find out.
Revas had done exactly that, seeking out every detail he could find, until his stomach started growling in protest about a lack of food early into the evening. With a frustrated grumble, he packed away what few belongings he had brought with him - books and all - slinging the small satchel onto one shoulder to head back into the city proper. Finding somewhere to eat was not difficult, saddening as it may be that certain dishes never tasted quite the same as he remembered, that did not stop him consuming what he'd ordered. Or the dessert that followed either. In truth he had intended to head back, read for a few more hours and then take his leave of Arlathan that night. He wished to see what had become of his former land, and perhaps then head back to Starkhaven to see how things were progressing there. There was not much he could do here in Arlathan at the moment as it was. Not to the scale he wished at least.
Instead of a peaceful evening however, came a ruckus catching his attention a little ways down the street. Lo and behold, what was causing such sounds? Ruth. Because of course it was. The sounds of shouting only grew louder as he approached, soft footsteps slow as he hung slightly back to watch the scene unfold, a typical brawl was there not a smattering of magic present in the air. It was with a heavy sigh that he moved to intervene, the last thing the city needed was the People fighting amongst themselves.
Ruth would find a hand at the back of his collar, easily lifting the younger up and away from the fighting. No matter how much he fought, he wasn't going anywhere. If he did not wish to be dragged kicking and shouting like a petulant child, he should not act like one. [color=#008e02]"Be. Quiet."[/color] The tone was harsh, a finality to his words before hazel eyes took to addressing the group that now seemed to be observing him. Given how he had yanked Ruth away one handed. [color=#008e02]"The rest of you will return inside, apologize to the owner and one another, then leave. Do I make myself clear?"[/color] This was not a mere traveler speaking, but man who had grown used to giving orders and expected them to be followed. His tone seemed to be enough, grumbling their acceptance as things began to quieten down. Only once he was sure did he proceed to yank the other further down the street, until they were a fair distance from that bar, only then did Revas drop him onto his feet.
[color=#008e02]"So, anything to say for yourself? Or should I just douse you in water and be done with it?"[/color] So much for a quiet night of travel and reading.
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