Conlan stiffened slightly when Ordhan suggested it wasn't a Blight. He sucked in a breath and then looked at him.
"It is. It's a Blight, I'll never forget what it was like when… "Con couldn't keep his gaze on Ord, and looked down. "…when the Archdemon attacked. Those wings and it's roar…" Con took a long swing from his mug, drinking just about half the glass in one go.
"It's a Blight Ord. Just after my joining I saw… it. I saw the Archdemon, the new one, it's awake, and it's…" Con let out a sign unable to finish. He didn't really know if Ordhan would believe that Conlan had had visions, but he was pretty sure his friend would. Conlan shook his head, and resisted the urge to shiver for a moment.
"I'm starting to think better days are the days without war. I know a lot of people think a fight is exciting, and battle is exciting, but I can never get over all the good and innocent people who die. At least in actual wars, as opposed to fighting the darkspawn, where you know… good and innocent people would die regardless of fighting." Conlan slumped slightly, taking a drink from his mug. Then he spoke without looking at Ord, and tried to keep his voice even, instead of letting a sad resignation creep in.
"I'm sorry I made your girlfriend mad back at the Vigil by the way. I don't have anything against her. She just… seemed so forceful with the whole story thing. I worry that that kind of attitude instills a false sense of assured victory and glory more then it does hope. We aren't all the heroes of a story right? Some of us have to be the ones who fall along the way."