faderift | 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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Still keeping to the edge Bruce eventually noticed the elf - Dalish - who was hanging around the back as well, watching as she tried some of the food that had been brought here and then later the wine.

Try as he might he can't help but crack a wry smile at the way she reacts to having tasted the wine. Bruce isn't a drinker himself, so he can kind of relate to her feelings there and then.

Going to the food Bruce takes a slice of bread and brings it over to her. "Usually people take some food to go with the wine," he says, offering the slice over to her. "Maybe this will make the taste more bearable."

Beleth is startled to be approached by the man--He'd been helping Adelaide at the herb lesson, if she recalled. At his advice, she took the bread, eyeing the wine as he explained. A look of uncertainty crossed her face, hadn't she just been eating food, or...?

"Am I supposed to dip the bread in the wine...?" Her eyes flicked up to see if anyone else was dunking food into their wine, as it seemed an extremely odd idea to her. It didn't look like it, and her eyes turned back to Bruce, slowly raising an eyebrow. She's on to you. You and your slightly misinterpreted advice.

"Ah, well--if it was stew, perhaps." There's a small but wry smile to Bruce's response there, less of amusement and just trying to be as pleasant as possible. It's not as if he was an expert himself in these sort of matters, after all. "But no. You eat the bread first then drink the wine. I'm not too sure how that will help myself, but that's what I understand."

Though he could always be completely wrong, of which if that was the case he would apologize. Maybe he should have just not tried to help? Well it was too late now.

She stared down at the bread, then the wine, as if Bruce had given her some truly complicated equation or puzzle that she had to sort out, using only these two components. But she might as well give it a try, if just to be polite to Bruce, who was kind enough to attempt to help her. So she took a bite of the bread, and after swallowing it, took a sip of the wine. She's not sure if it made that much of a difference--Enough, she supposed? The taste of the bread lingered enough to offset some of the sourness.

"That...is better." She told him, giving a nod. "Thank you--Though it could just be the more wine you drink, the better it tastes?" She took another quick drink of the wine, trying not to wince too much. "Ah, well, maybe I need to drink more of the wine for that to happen." Not that she minded, after listening to that headache of an arguing session, she felt like she could drink enough wine to forget the entire thing.

"Do you want to try?" She asked cheerfully, holding out the bread and wine.

He was glad that he could help somewhat, as strange as this 'help' could be. He returned her nod with a small smile, although he shook his head at the offer after that.

"No, its fine--I don't drink." Too many complications that came with that and besides, Bruce very much preferred to be in control of himself. The last thing he wanted was to drink something that might very well make him lose control; he's had enough experience with something like that as it is.

Luckily for everyone involved, Beleth was not a character out of a 1990s PSA,and thus didn't attempt to pressure him into drinking, because it was what the cool kids do. Instead, she just nodded, and took another bite of the bread, glancing around.

"You weren't at the meeting," She observed, turning back to Bruce. "A lot of people here weren't, I mean. I don't blame you for not going, it was certainly something else. But useful, admittedly. I wonder if they'll let people listen in when it comes to the actual council discussing things?" The templar discussion was one that she really wanted to listen to--From what she had heard, it would be quite the argument. The only reason it hadn't blown up was that they'd agreed to table it for the actual council.

"The meeting was 'mages only', as I recall, and I'm no mage myself." Which was a giant lie, of course, but that was the cover that Bruce needed to maintain for himself. Besides, even if people did know it wasn't as if his own opinions really mattered. That was lost the moment he became... what he was now. "Besides, I had patients I needed to attend to."

And that was the more immediate thing for him to do. Still... "I suppose its up to them to decide. They might not be entirely comfortable with the idea just yet, and anything new always needs time to adjust." Regardless, however, he did wish the best for them.

"I'm not one either, but that didn't stop me." She shrugs, taking Bruce's word at face value. A strange bit of culture clash--Though Beleth knows, in part, how mages are treated outside of the Dalish, it's still...odd, to imagine that someone would lie about being a mage. Particularly for the Keeper's daughter. "I wanted to hear how it was going to go, you know? How it plays out will still effect people who aren't mages."

She gives another shrug, taking another sip of the wine. Maybe it was her tastebuds dying, maybe she was getting drunker, but it was starting to taste almost palatable, as long as she was careful to try to keep it off her tongue as much as possible. "I guess we'll see. If they don't let people listen in, I can just--Um, ask for the details from one of my friends, I suppose."

Or, try to be a little more creative with her eavesdropping, but she decided against offering that suggestion.

There were always going to be some things between the humans and the Dalish that would be different, and this was one of them. The elves were perhaps in some senses, more liberal about such things as compared to humans. Or perhaps it was just an issue on his own end; with how things are for him, his own position wasn't exactly in the norm.

Then again, none of that really mattered. Bruce nodded to her words, making no comment about that itself and only gave his own opinion. "I guess if it is something large, I think the rest of us would know about it in some fashion or other." Skyhold may be large, but it wasn't that large, and if the mages did do something big there was bound to be mutterings about that somehow. Bruce wasn't the biggest fan of rumors and mutterings, but with where he was now, it was the best thing he had for information.

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