Conlan Delaine, Soldier (conlandelaine) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-01-17 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & before 9:45, @ conlan delaine, @ viara tremaine |
Reflections on What's to Come
Who: Viara Tremaine, Conlan Delaine
Where: Conlan's tiny hovel
When: 9:45 Dragon, first week of Verimensis
Summary: After their most recent "meet up," Conlan and Viara reflect
Rating: KM for Kinda-mature there was stuff that happened off screen. (And it was awesome)
Conlan stood by the hearth in his small shack. He often counted himself lucky to have gotten a home that let him have a fire in it, even if the fire was small. But the small fire was still enough to keep the small stone house warm during the Ferelden winter. Warm enough that after the good Captain and he had had their customary "hello," he didn't feel a need to put on much more then a loose pair of breaches.
He extended a hand to stir the pot hanging over the fire. He only had a few dishes, and had made it a point to get the pot and to tankards for the next time he entertained. In the pot was the contents of a bottle of ale. He'd been slowly warming them for the past few minutes, and staring into the fire, contemplating his life. A dangerous situation indeed.