[open-ish] make my own rules

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren, Wren, Alistair at some point, anyone else who wants to join
WHAT: People who don't ever get drunk getting drunk
WHEN: Arrival to Kirkwall-ish
WHERE: The Hanged Man
NOTES: Please feel free to jump in even if you didn't talk about this with us, anyone can be in the Hanged Man doing whatever they want at the time.

It's been a shit year thus far, and Teren is alone in Kirkwall, having spent the day perusing the market and avoiding the other Wardens, and now she is at a table in the Hanged Man fitting right in with the rest of the unsavory populace. There's nothing untoward about a shady middle-aged woman in combat leathers with a mug of ale and way too many knives brooding in the corner of this kind of establishment, and she finds relief in the opportunity to just be herself in a roomful of like-minded individuals.

It's the perfect kind of evening to while away in the safety of grungy anonymity, and Teren is oddly thankful for it.

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ty ty

[doneisdone]

If only Teren knew she was being thought of as a witch, she'd probably be delighted. Or furious. Maybe both.
But in the meantime, there's been a tug on the line and she'd be a fool not to reel it in. She curls her hand forward to take Wren's chin, firmly but with a lenient enough grip in case the Templar thinks twice. "Do you," she intones, drawing her face nearer, eyes flitting over it in appraisal.
"It's been a while, but I imagine I've a game or two."

[limier]

then they totally made out

[doneisdone]

yooooooooo