Ties of Blood Who: Ordhan Wyland, Conlan Delaine Where: Camp; on the way to Denerim from the Brecilien Forest When: 29 Molioris, Dragon 9:45 Summary: Ordhan disapproves of Conlan's method of penance. Rating: E for now.
This had gone too far. First came the recklessness, though perhaps it had always been there, then came the jests and avoidance that characterized his friend, then came the seclusion that did not. But this, even Ordhan could not keep his silence on; he knew that the others chided Conlan often, and did not want to add his voice to a disapproving chorus, but the time had come to do just that.
He found the man towards the edge of camp. It was not uncommon to see him alone, or any of the others, in fact; the moment they were out of harm's way, many of the company had gone to studiously ignoring one another, Ordhan included. It felt quite strange, now, being the one to break the silence, especially since Conlan had not said two words put together to him in the past days. Perhaps he was angry? Ordhan could not be certain, with Conlan better at hiding his thoughts than Ordhan was at reading them, but it was a chance he had to take.
"Conlan," Ordhan greeted him when he drew near, voice as solemn as ever, if not a bit more so. His eyes moved to the bandages, stained with the faint pink of blood seeping through. Inwardly he cursed his friend's stubbornness even as he wondered what could lead him to it. "Have you seen a healer, yet?" He knew the answer, but perhaps he would understand it better in Conlan's own words.