At least, that was what was on his mind as he was making his way through the town to the exit. It was about as close to forethought as he came these days. His life was lived from moment to moment, as he could not plan too far into the future because he never knew what the future could bring. While the prospect had excited him at times, this was one occasion where he felt like he was scraping his stomach off the ground instead.
See, Brennan disliked Templars. He was sure that once they took off their helmets and shiny armor they were alright folks, really, maybe. For him, the sight of one made his heart speed up and his stomach drop out. While he was a fairly good mage and well practiced against people with swords - such practice he was sure explained why he was still alive through his various encounters with the dreaded Templers - they were not exactly slouches either.
So when it came down to it, he knew it was either him or them. And they had numbers on their side, so he was smart to keep moving. Especially considering his pretty little light show the day before. With everyone busy, no one had asked about him yet, but he did not expect it to remain so. He simply was not lucky enough for that to happen.
A part of him wanted to stay, it would be nice to have a place where he could rest for awhile. Even though cities made him antsy, they also held a strange attraction to him. Seeing so many people in one place never failed to amaze him. Not to mention that there were people here that interested him. He felt a bit guilty for not advising that female mage to leave as well, but if she was a member of their circle, then she would have no need to. If he had said so, and if she was...well he was going to think in circles because the fact of the matter was that he had not and would never get the chance to. Because he was leaving.
He put her and the slight problem that she had given him the day before aside for now. There would be plenty of time to think about it and comb his memories for her when he had nothing but the road ahead of him. His pack and staff were strapped to his back, and he was ready to leave. He made his way through the most populated part of town and sighed in relief as he made it past the chantry.
When he looked up he saw someone walking over the bridge and he stopped in place. He felt the blood drain from his face as he looked. What a cruel trick for his mind to play on him. Brennan blinked, and when that did not dispel the illusion, he rubbed irritably at his eyes. When he looked again, she was still there. Barely able to hear himself, he croaked out a whisper, "Imp?"
Brennan took a half step forward and said again, louder, "Imp, is that really you?" He did not know what he would do if it wasn't, but he knew it would not be pretty. There was only so much he could take before he truly lost it.