Brennan Wulfe (brennanwulfe) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-10-17 19:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ brennan wulfe, @ roran aghas |
Sometimes, big things come in small packages
Who: Brennan Wulfe and Roran Ághas
What: Brennan needs to make sure that his secret is safe, and that means making sure that someone doesn't talk about it. The first of two that he finds is the short one.
When: 9:45, 29 Molioris, right after the fighting
Where: Redcliffe
Rating: S for Short and T for Tall. In the same thread.
Night had fallen, but that did not mean everyone had turned in for the evening. Brennan drifted around the edges and fringes of their small society, the groups of people that gathered to talk in hushed tones about what had happened, what was happening and what was yet to happen. He listened carefully, trying to pick out any mention of himself while maintaining a presence in the background. When people tried to draw him into the conversion, he held up his hands and smiled sheepishly. The expression was so easily faked, and it sickened him. He would say something about a girl waiting for him with a waggle of his eyebrows and they would laugh or frown - depending on how they saw it. His life was wound around these lies, it was something he could never get used to.
But he was good at it. Too good. With a friendly face and an easy smile he could get people to believe many things. He'd asked Joriane once why she always fell for even his more outlandish tales, when he was pulling her leg. She said it was because he had a face that did not look like it could lie. So even his face lied about its lies. He left this group behind, now with his wineskin full of the brew they were liberally sharing. Beggers could not be choosers but it was a fairly disgusting brew, he drank it anyway. After stopping by the fire, the night seemed cold as it closed around him. Only the pit of his stomach burned with warmth from the drink. Brennan paused halfway over a wooden bridge while he considered what information he had gathered.
The mood of the night was a strange blend of festive and mourning. A Grey Warden had died, but they routed the Darkspawn, so depending on what people thought was more important was where they fell. Brennan was not good at mourning, so he mostly avoided those people. They did not suit his purposes either, as many did not look up to talking. The drunks had their tongues loosened by liberal application of alcohol and were willing to part with their part - or non part - of the fight. Thus far, he had not heard any talk of him being a mage, nor any indication that there was a dispatch of Templars being sent his way.
It bothered him.
Which in turn bothered him more, because it should have set his mind at ease. Instead he could only wonder 'Why?'. He looked out over the lake, tapping his foot in a uneven rhythm against the ageing wood. Shortly, the inactivity bothered him, as he was not terribly skilled at getting lost in thought. He was much better at doing rather than sitting around thinking. For now, that meant getting to the source, so he went to find the two girls that he had first met on the battlefield.
It was not hard to find one of them, although he would want to seek out the peculiar mage before the night was fully set in. Brennan paused just outside her line of sight, a frown worrying its way across his face. The young and short swordswoman was taking care of her weapons, an action that he knew the warriors back home would approve. The weapon was the most important item right after the user, and if it was not cared for than it was just as useless as the lazy person who wielded it.
Fixing a carefree smile on his face, he could make it reach his eyes if he made himself believe that he was really as carefree as he acted, he stepped up the short woman. "What's a little thing like you doing with such sharp knives?" He hoped that she would not recognize him without his staff, but he was not going to hold his breath. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at the end of his question, continued to smile and hoped to get on her good side.