it's gotta be five o'clock somewhere Who: Elissa When: Early morning hours Where: The Inn's bar Open To: Dean Thread: Single
I'm stuck here. She listened to the sentence in her mind, and again she couldn't believe it. Refused to believe it. She tried it again, outloud.
"I'm stuck here." Andraste's Fire, this is insane. I can't be stuck here. She'd never met a challenge where there was no answer. When she was trapped in the Fade by the Sloth Demon, she killed it and released herself. When she had been imprisoned in Fort Drakon, she had done whatever it took to get out and finish her duties - and she didn't care to remember what she had had to do. So many things done, and all of them had choices and decisions to be made.
Never once had she been confronted with a problem that couldn't be solved.
And she refused to believe that this place couldn't be solved. Not when she'd worked so hard so that she could be released from her Grey Warden duties, in order to live a semi-normal life, for the few years she had left. If there was one thing to be said about Elissa Cousland, it was that she had determination.
But right now, the one thing she was determined to do was to get good and drunk. Where was Oghren when you needed him? If the dwarf was good for anything, it was liquor.
She took a seat at the bar, still dressed only in her nightgown. She'd need to find better clothes. The knife lay on the counter top to her right. Though Bastian had proved trustworthy, she was still uncertain about the rest of this place. In the back of her mind, she still believed she was in the Fade.