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A bottle of white, a bottle of red

WHO: Open to anyone that wants wine and warmth and a little company.
WHAT: Wine and no whining.
WHEN: After the mage meeting wraps up.
WHERE: Close to the healing tents, specifically the Orlesian section.
NOTES: There will be wine, drinking, unwinding, and nibbles.

The meeting had been stressful for just about everyone involved. Tempers had flared, opinions made known, a few rounds of confetti and arguing before some manner of accord. Whether it would last or however long it might? No one could truly say. In the interest of being quite done with the stress and headaches such debate brought on the Orlesian healing tents clearing out the potions, bandages, and poultices in favor of what cushions and braziers they had on hand for light and for heat. The space was open, warm, and inviting with an odd assortment of tin mugs or clay glasses set around flat side tables propped up with stones to keep them from wobbling and tipping the whole mass onto the ground. There are some dried fruits and hard cheeses, dried meat and hard crusted bread- whatever scraps they could scavenge or spare and a few bottles of wine or brandy. Across the entrance to the tents there was a sign:

Bring a bottle or food to share for entry.

Tacked below was a list of rules:

Everyone is welcome, don't make a fuss
Don't hog the wine
Don't hog the food
Don't fight or argue
If you finish a bottle open a new one, don't recork it for someone else to find
Clean up after yourselves

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"So was this what you had in mind when you asked me about discussing ideas back in the library?" Sam casually finds a place to get himself comfortable next to Salvatore, brows raised over the brim of his mug as he takes a drink after the question. "I take it you like wine... or is it for stress relief?"

"No, not at all." Sal chuckles and takes a deep drink of his own, even if it tastes a bit like this particular wine is meant to be sipped. "But it was a enlightening, all the same. Everyone in the room, all at once, shouting what they wanted. Far more effective than what I was trying to achieve."

"Oh yeah. Lots of people in one room. Shouting. My favorite past time." There was no way something this important would have been discussed in a small group or in a quiet manner. When the notice had gone up for the meeting it had been exactly what he expected. Alright, maybe not exactly. They came to a decision after all.

"Don't sell yourself short. You were going face to face to people. This was made public after a bunch of incidents. Just different ways to go about it."

"It went better than I expected. So, to that." He lifts his cup in the air, then takes another drink. "It's progress, anyway. I suppose time will tell us in which direction."

He smiles his gratitude. "I don't know why I agreed to do it in the first place. Must have been in the sun too long."

"Well it looked like a couple times it was going to go south, but overall it did go off rather well. There's a lot of us from different backgrounds so... it's nice that we could agree on something." Sam raises his own mug and takes a drink, though not as heavily as Sal.

"Agreed to it? So it just wasn't your idea. Who did you agree to?"

Sal hums, worrying over whether he should even answer, before slamming back the rest of his drink, then turning to face Sam a little better. "You can't laugh. Or think badly of me." He narrows his eyes and waits a second for Sam's reaction, before plowing ahead regardless. "Knight-Commander Sauveterre proposed the idea. Iiiii... didn't disagree with it?" Went right along with it, obviously.

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Sam blinks at how Sal just throws back the drink and then pointedly tells him not to laugh or judge. Just who did he talk to- oh. At hearing the man's name Sam tits his head. Why would he think badly of Sal talking to- oh right the whole Templar thing.

"He is a very reasonable man. Certainly has a way with words... not surprised at all actually." After a moment Sam shrugs and takes a sip of his tea.

The narrowed eyes do not go away. "You've met him then." He goes for another sip, realizes he has none, and sighs. "He was. Didn't expect someone like that to stand by and listen. Why were you not surprised?"

Sam continues to drink his tea, watching Sal just stare at him with narrowed eyes. What was he thinking about? "Because I have talked with him at length several times and he's easy to talk to? He makes it feel like you're just talking to a rather refined man who happens to be a Templar. Easy to agree to someone like that." Sam thinks for a moment and chuckles. "That and he's Orlesian. They're sneaky like that."

Sal grunts and nods at the last statement. "I've been worried. Maybe it's all act from him. What if he means to get into our good graces and then, I don't know..." He smacks his cup against his open palm a couple times. But when he looks back at Sam, his expression is open and earnest. "Do you think he's honest?"

Sam blinks at the look that Sal is giving him. This doesn't feel like a mage/templar kind of issue, but rather about the man himself. Sal seemed rather... invested. "I believes he hides a lot of his personal turmoil and suffering from others," he remembers talking to the man over the stone not too long ago, and hearing his exhaustion, "but he seems genuine."

Sal takes that in, and nods slowly. "I feel better that you think so." He sighs and turns his empty cup over in his hands a few times. "So, yes. Like I said. It was his idea mostly. He wanted to meet with some mages, talk things over. I suppose I'll have to tell him things have changed."

"That probably was a good idea before... things happened." Speaking of Alayre, it seems that the man was here, and had brought entertainment. "Though I think he might already know about the changes," Sam smiles, pointing out the Templar with a nod of his head.

He hums at the acknowledgement; he hadn't been certain at the time if it had been a good idea, but he'd received praise from more than one source already. He follows Sam's nod and... "Oh. Well." Well. Well. Brain. Words. He clears his throat and looks away. "Good for him." He looks at his cup, contemplating a drink. Why is this cup still empty?

Oh? Well? There may or may not be a grin on Sam's face as he watches Sal as the smaller man starts looking at his cup as if doing so would fill it back up. That was interesting. "Would you... like me to get you more?" He's trying not to laugh, honestly, but it is amusing that Sal got quiet as soon as he saw Alayre.

Stop grinning. You're making the poor boy glower. He hands his cup over. "That would be appreciated, thank you."

Sorry, Sal, not going to happen. "Exactly which wine am I getting you?" Again, not a wine person so leaving it up to him probably a bad idea.

"Doesn't matter. The stronger the better."

"That's hardly helpful for me." Sam has to laugh now since that had not helped at all. "I'll just whatever then. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone."

"Do your best then." Sal should just offer to get his own drink, but now he's curious to see what Sam comes back with. He crosses his heart as a promise. "I'm not going anywhere."

Red. Red wine, that's the only thing Sam knows he got. If Sal bothers to ask him which one the answer will be 'the one after the mulled wine'. Either way it doesn't take Sam long before he comes back, and handing Sal's glass back to him. "Looks like there's quite a few empty bottles over there. Skyhold is probably going to run out of alcohol with the way we go through it."

Red is just fine. Not that Sal is normally a big drinker, but this is a special occasion. Also, a drink in hand is a good distraction. He takes it gratefully. "Another reason to hate mages. We drink all the alcohol."

"Yes, add that to the long list of issues with mages - top of the list, 'drinks your alcohol'. Just don't drink too much. Wouldn't want you doing something stupid now." He's glad that Sal is enjoying himself, but it's better to be careful. Course he'd probably be saying something different if he was drinking as well.

"As opposed to the stupid things I do when I'm sober?" Sal snickers as he samples what Sam brought him. "Don't worry about me. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Are you honestly asking me that, or was that rhetorical?" Come on Sal, you just admitted you did stupid things without any drinks.

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