Dorian Pavus (allflashnoheat) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-02-01 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !open, ~2020 february, ~40 points, ~~shawn hunter (mistercory), ~~~dorian pavus (allflashnoheat) |
Who: Dorian Pavus & Open
What: Finally venturing out
When: Saturday Evening
Where: The Musain
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open; Incomplete
The past two days had been one shock after another. First was yet another assassination attempt on his life, this time in his own home. The shocking part hadn't been the attempt itself, but who had ordered it, and who had attempted to carry it out. Both individuals he had considered trusted 'friends', but apparently both of them still harbored ill will towards him taking over after his father's death.
Then there was the discomfort of being in warm, balmy Tevinter one moment, and the next in cold, icy Madison Valley the next. Dorian had not at all been dressed for the leather, having actually been dressed in his usual battle garb for the journey to the Magisterium that day. Even though it was leather, there had been plenty of skin showing to have him summoning up a small fireball to warm himself as he found his bearings. Luckily, the individual who had found him recognized him from his previous visit, and was willing to chat a bit as they walked him to the apartments.
The most shocking thing he'd dealt with, was finding out about the massive loss of people a few weeks ago, and the circumstances around it. So, he spent the day before decompressing in his apartment, relearning what he could about this quaint valley and catching up on the things he had missed, the people he had missed. It was especially hard finding out just who wasn't there anymore.
Today though, today had been about procuring clothing that better fit the climate and local, stocking up on the food stuffs that he could remember how to make and that he liked. It had been a solitary day, not running into anyone he knew or remembered. Which was probably why he had headed to The Musain for dinner. He knew the food would be excellent, the wine superb, and hopefully, some wonderful company as well.
He had barely been seated when he heard a voice he recognized, but he finished giving the waiter his wine preference before turning to see if it was truly who he thought it was.