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itinere2015-09-24 04:43 pm
championinquisitor) wrote in itinere2015-09-24 04:43 pm
one day soon the dawn will come }{ open
As some of the town reels from nightmares, someone else steps through her door and into Itinere. Alaina had just come back to Skyhold from the Emerald Graves -- a really gorgeous place, if not exceedingly depressing at the same time -- and she had decided to pay Cullen a visit. It was late enough in the day that she thought he could use a break and she had wanted to set her armor down up in his loft rather than cart it all the way up to her quarters. That was her excuse anyway.
And her plan.
What really happened was that she took her helmet off, tucked it under her arm, pushed open the door to his tower, and promptly found herself stepping into a town she has never seen before. Her first thought is to blame Venatori mages. It's always the Venatori. But how would they have gotten into Skyhold?
Food for thought. Bitter, sour, tastes like Gurgut intestines food for thought.
Sighing to herself, she makes her way through town. Her long two-handed sword is still strapped to her back, her armor glistens in what light she can find, and her helmet remains tucked under her arm. For now. If any Venatori turn up, all bets are off. In fact, the only bets she'll be taking then are how fast she can take them down. So if she looks like she's tensed for an attack... she probably is.
Still, eventually in her wandering, she will start walking up to people for information. Where's Scout Harding when Alaina needs her?
"Excuse me. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."
And her plan.
What really happened was that she took her helmet off, tucked it under her arm, pushed open the door to his tower, and promptly found herself stepping into a town she has never seen before. Her first thought is to blame Venatori mages. It's always the Venatori. But how would they have gotten into Skyhold?
Food for thought. Bitter, sour, tastes like Gurgut intestines food for thought.
Sighing to herself, she makes her way through town. Her long two-handed sword is still strapped to her back, her armor glistens in what light she can find, and her helmet remains tucked under her arm. For now. If any Venatori turn up, all bets are off. In fact, the only bets she'll be taking then are how fast she can take them down. So if she looks like she's tensed for an attack... she probably is.
Still, eventually in her wandering, she will start walking up to people for information. Where's Scout Harding when Alaina needs her?
"Excuse me. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."