Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
He thought it was funny just how much Noa was enjoying the attention. How she hadn't gone into sensory overload, he wasn't sure. She'd been pampered and rubbed all day, yet she was enjoying this affection as if she'd been left alone somewhere for months. He was glad, though, that she wasn't barking. No, she was just panting heavily, wagging her tail, and grinning like a happy, satisfied puppy.
When the mage replied, his brow perked with interest. "Seventeen years." He repeated it as if that was unthinkable. Coan hadn't had the chance to be in any one place for seventeen years. It had just come on fifteen years since the Brylands left South Reach for Gwaren, and now he was leaving that place behind, too. He hoped that he would be able to return eventually, though. Sooner than later, hopefully, but he understood that being a Grey Warden had its consequences, and his ability to make it back home relied on his ability to survive this Blight.
When she mentioned that she worked in the library, he turned his attention back to the massive amount of books. "What sort of books do you keep here?" He knew that must have sounded like a dumb question, but he wasn't sure if there were multiple libraries or not. They had a few libraries as the castle, one solely dedicated to the several wars that had been fought in Thedas. "Are they some of everything, or is it used for something specific?" He stepped away from the girl and the dog a moment to look closer at the books on the shelf she'd just climbed down from, running a finger over the old spines. "Are they spell books?"