Kellam still wasn’t sure entirely how he felt about running into his son in Arlathan. He’d always fallen short where his son was concerned, though he felt entirely blameless where that was concerned. How was it his fault that his son had continuously fallen short of Kellam’s expectations as a child, or the fact that it was because of Ruth that his wife, Ruth’s mother, was dead? It wasn’t as if he’d expected things from his son that he hadn’t expected out of any of the young mages in his care.
The world was a cruel place, especially for elves and especially for mages, combine those two things and well, he thought it was perfectly reasonable that he put mages in training through their paces. He believed he was far nicer than the templars would be in the human circles. The mages he trained would be prepared for the worst, and in his mind ought to thank him for that.
Once the Clan Ghilain was sorted and situated in Arlathan, Kellam began to grow restless and went looking for some of his possessions, only to realise a box must have been left behind in Orlais. He didn’t like the idea of having his possessions just lying about where anyone could pick through them, so once he was sure his clan was reasonably settled, he decided to head through the Arlathan eluvian, and head to the nearest Orlesian eluvian to his clan.
It was his first time using an Eluvian, they’d opted not to use them when the clan fled Orlais because there were just too many and too many belongings to just pop through an Eluvian. Now that it was just him travelling back to check over the place they had been in Orlais before fleeing, the eluvian was clearly the superior mode of transportation.
At first Kellam got a little lost in the network, but he ultimately popped out where he was trying to go. Once out of the Eluvian, he stopped and took off his pack, dug around in it looking for something. He was lost in thought and desperately hoping that the things they’d left behind when they fled were still at the Clan site.
He knew the blight was over, but that didn’t mean everything was back to normal. There were usually darkspawn stragglers that didn’t immediately flee back underground, not to mention bandits that liked to tale advantage of the chaos a blight caused. He finally pulled out a map, not that he didn’t know how to get to the clan site from this particular Eluvian, but this particular map he had made notes on as they’d fled Orlais. Marking spots where darkspawn had been heaviest, he didn’t want to take any chances so he planned his route carefully. All the while, oblivious to anyone else around him.
The world was a cruel place, especially for elves and especially for mages, combine those two things and well, he thought it was perfectly reasonable that he put mages in training through their paces. He believed he was far nicer than the templars would be in the human circles. The mages he trained would be prepared for the worst, and in his mind ought to thank him for that.
Once the Clan Ghilain was sorted and situated in Arlathan, Kellam began to grow restless and went looking for some of his possessions, only to realise a box must have been left behind in Orlais. He didn’t like the idea of having his possessions just lying about where anyone could pick through them, so once he was sure his clan was reasonably settled, he decided to head through the Arlathan eluvian, and head to the nearest Orlesian eluvian to his clan.
It was his first time using an Eluvian, they’d opted not to use them when the clan fled Orlais because there were just too many and too many belongings to just pop through an Eluvian. Now that it was just him travelling back to check over the place they had been in Orlais before fleeing, the eluvian was clearly the superior mode of transportation.
At first Kellam got a little lost in the network, but he ultimately popped out where he was trying to go. Once out of the Eluvian, he stopped and took off his pack, dug around in it looking for something. He was lost in thought and desperately hoping that the things they’d left behind when they fled were still at the Clan site.
He knew the blight was over, but that didn’t mean everything was back to normal. There were usually darkspawn stragglers that didn’t immediately flee back underground, not to mention bandits that liked to tale advantage of the chaos a blight caused. He finally pulled out a map, not that he didn’t know how to get to the clan site from this particular Eluvian, but this particular map he had made notes on as they’d fled Orlais. Marking spots where darkspawn had been heaviest, he didn’t want to take any chances so he planned his route carefully. All the while, oblivious to anyone else around him.
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