Loghain strode through the grand archways of the University of Orlais. The stone corridors echoed with the sound of his boots, a stark contrast to the scholarly atmosphere. His steel-gray eyes scanned the throngs of young minds, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers.
Orlais. The very name of the place had always irked him, with its opulence and vanity, but duty and friendship had drawn him here. He paused to ask a passing student for directions to the medical wing, receiving a startled nod and a quick explanation in return. It seemed even here, far from Ferelden, his reputation preceded him.
He followed the directions precisely and found the area where Rosalie ought to be. A few students exited the room he’d been directed to, he stepped aside and allowed them to pass, then he entered and his eyes scanned the room for Rosalie.
@Rosalie Rutherford
Orlais. The very name of the place had always irked him, with its opulence and vanity, but duty and friendship had drawn him here. He paused to ask a passing student for directions to the medical wing, receiving a startled nod and a quick explanation in return. It seemed even here, far from Ferelden, his reputation preceded him.
He followed the directions precisely and found the area where Rosalie ought to be. A few students exited the room he’d been directed to, he stepped aside and allowed them to pass, then he entered and his eyes scanned the room for Rosalie.
Ah, there you are, this place is a maze. Leave it to the Orlesians to design a building assinine.Of course, the building was no different than a lot of buildings in Ferelden, but Loghain hated Orlais, so any chance to insult the Orlesians and Loghain was quite alright with it.
@Rosalie Rutherford
06-25-2024, 02:48 PM
