A bottle of white, a bottle of red

[fleurdesel]

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

Comments

[amygdalae]

"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.

[arlathvhen]

"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.

[amygdalae]

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.