[Open] Remembering one of the good guys

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anyone who knew/cared about Herc!
WHAT: A wake for Herc
WHEN: Around now, the 10th of Egg
WHERE: Tavern!
NOTES: Drinking, grief, etc.

There aren't any formalities here. The Calling has taken another Grey Warden, but for once he was known to more than Wardens and mourned by more than them too. The music is lively to start with, mostly because Herc probably would have grumped if it had all been sad and there's a tab at the bar open to anyone worthy. Granted, one has to manage to be polite to all the Grey Wardens for the duration of the wake to be deemed worthy, but that's not too hard, is it?

Hit up the bar, share a story, complain about how he owed you money, and remember someone who deserves it.

Comments

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"Anything is possible - I think if we can all get behind that, we'll defeat Corypheus in short order, and find a way to bring the Wardens back. New, and changed -- just like the world. But still here, still willing to fight the good fight." She dimpled then, her eyes going soft, "I waited so long to see a griffon - now that I have? I know we can do anything."

She paused, then chuckled, "Only by half of Skyhold ...but I don't wonder if griffons are like mabari, and they choose you."

[circleprodigy]

Inessa nods, casting a fond glance at her currently very happy mabari. Sometimes -when he isn't being a pest- it's still hard to believe he chose her. "I wouldn't be surprised, if that was the case. They're intelligent, discerning creatures. I doubt one can ride a griffon unless they're in complete agreement about the arrangement. They deserve more heroic names, though." Sorry, but 'Potato' is just wrong. Even the original Garahel would agree to that, she'd think.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Her lips twitched upwards, before she arched one eyebrow, "Who named them? I can't imagine anyone would honestly want to name a griffon 'Potato' without a sense of humor - or at least an acknowledgement that it would have to change at some point."

[circleprodigy]

"That would be Warden Maja. I don't know her well, but she's a bit...odd. They seem to be doing well under her care, however. I suppose in light of that, I can overlook names that will be replaced in due time." Like everyone else in existence, Inessa has had a list of possible griffon names since childhood, though some of that list makes her cringe now. "...perhaps one can be renamed in honor of Warden Hercules?"

She wouldn't presume to do it herself, not when others were actually close to him. But the thought of his name living on in an embodiment of the order he served is rather appealing to her.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"I can certainly hope so." Bethany let out a laugh, before she pushed a strand of hair out of her face. She sighed softly, looking down the puppy again, "He would like that. A great deal. I know it."

A quiet nod, before she smiled gently, "Well, we'll have to work on Maja, then."

[circleprodigy]

"I can't say we knew each other well before. There might not be that much common ground to work with. It might mean more coming from someone of higher rank, anyway." At the moment, Inessa's not certain there's anyone else lower in the hierarchy, relatively new as she is. She doesn't really mind, though; with the decisions the rogue Wardens have had to make lately, all she can see is an unenviable role.

Garahel nuzzles Bethany, then looks hopefully up at her. "Oh, no. You are not starving, I just fed you before we came here."

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"Well, honestly, how well do we know anyone? If Kirkwall taught me anything, it taught me that. What happened in Weisshaupt just pressed that in further. Yet -- we can know the character of others. I know the character of my friends. I do not know the character of relative strangers -- but I know you stand against Clarel, and right now? That is enough." She smiled briefly, but warmly.

She snorted softly, "You heard your lady. No food for you."

[circleprodigy]

That warm smile gets a brief but genuine one in return. After being ignored or derided, or met with suspicion, she's beyond grateful to have comrades who are reasonable. Ciri will be relieved, too.

Bethany's agreement produces a soft whine and the most heartbroken stare in all of mabari existence, or at least Garahel seems to believe so. Inessa just rolls her eyes, used to his antics. "He's horribly spoiled. It's partly my fault; I got him when he was just a pup, and never had a pet before, let alone a mabari. I fussed over him far more than is necessary, and now lies the tragedy before you."

[sunshinethroughgrey]

She laughs at that tragic face, before she gives his head another scratch, "Oh, I quite understand. Yet for all his spoiling, I can tell he's a smart boy - and a brilliant actor to boot."

[circleprodigy]

That gets a happy bark from Garahel, though Inessa gestures for him to quiet down. And to his credit, he does, leaning into the scratching. "Oh yes, very intelligent and knowing when to manipulate people with those big, soulful eyes. He's even gotten Orlesians to fawn over him, an accomplishment if there ever is one." As a 'dog lord', she's naturally proud of him for winning at least a few of them over.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"Is that so? Well now I am impressed. I've known enough Orlesians to know they rarely fawn over dogs that aren't small and fluffy. You're just a giant pile of adorable, now aren't you?" Bethany cooed at him, rubbing his ears once more.

[circleprodigy]

"Speaking of Orlais...is it true that I might as well have remained west? Is the Inquisition marching again?" Inessa raises an eyebrow, not truly minding the trip since reaching Skyhold gave her group a chance to rest. Still, she'd rather keep abreast of any news.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"We are - but we aren't heading west as much as we are heading mostly north. We march towards Halamshiral, and the Winter Palace." Bethany stated simply, "Or at least the Inquisition does. I am not entirely certain they will take the Wardens along."

[circleprodigy]

"Halamshiral...I see." Inessa's lips form a thin line, thinking about what she's heard of that city and more or less recent events. Things will be tense, no doubt. How could they not be, after the Empress allowed the elven portion of the city to burn? "I didn't arrive only to remain safely behind. I came to help. If there is work for the Wardens to do in Orlais, I'm willing to aid."