Teren hasn't made much progress. She's still pacing the halls, trying to get the lay of the place, memorizing each turn and door and where people are currently posted. On the surface, she appears to be lost, and is banking on her Grumpy Aunt aura to keep the Ansburg Wardens from asking too many questions.
Alistair's approach probably isn't a surprise. He's jogging to catch her, and he isn't a quiet walker, let along a quiet jogger. He's not in full armor, but there are still things that jingle and jangle, plus his heavy footfalls—and if that's not enough, he also says, "Teren," as soon as he sees her.
She turns in annoyance when she hears the heavy footfalls, but Teren relaxes slightly when she sees that it's Alistair. She still takes a moment to look incredulous at him just stomping over here and saying her name while she's trying to do some reconnaissance, but she waits for him to speak, in case it's urgent.
This is a lie. He doesn't sound convincing. He knows she doesn't want company. But she's going to have it, so someone is here to interfere if she tries to fight someone for looking at her oddly.
"—and I was going to start shouting at Oghren, if I stayed, so here I am. Hello."
"What's he done now," she grumbles in a low voice, continuing to walk and seeming at least marginally irritated by Alistair speaking at full volume. She's trying to work here, buddy.
Which should explain everything. Clearly. And it's all he has any plans to explain, here in the hallways, where anyone can hear them. He isn't going to try to talk Teren out of killing everyone and clue them into the possibility. He's just going to follow her around like a puppy, pretending to have no idea he's being annoying.
"And he calls me Virgin like he's forgotten my name," he goes on, "and everyone knows how sensitive I am about that."
"Did you tell him it's a kick in the pants?" she asks, her voice dripping with disdain. If Alistair wanted an innocuous topic to lower Teren's guard, he picked a good one. "He's an ale-stinking sack of shit, don't let him get to you."
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"That's good advice," Alistair says, falling in alongside her. He considers it further, then nods in additional approval. Very good advice. "Next time."
There's a murmur of chatter that gets louder as the two approach. Is it the murmurs of a malicious plot being hatched? Plans to murder everyone in their sleep? Someone spoiling the final installment of Teren's favorite book series?
Drawing around a corner will reveal that it's much, much worse than any of them: It's Kaisa. Said Warden has been absent hitherto the invitation to wander, having apparently taken that advice soundly and wandered right into the cutest lady Warden Ansburg had to offer, and perhaps get a more personal tour. Get some one-on-one exploring under her belt. Wink wink.
One hand is leaning against the wall right next to said cute lady Warden, and the other has a beer that has been acquired from mysterious and possibly arcane sources. She takes a sip as the other Warden giggles at whatever witty and clever line Kaisa just gave her, and only afterwards notices Alistair and Teren. Her mouth (already pulled into a pretty self-satisfied smirk) twists into a wide grin, and she holds her beer up to them in a mock-salute.
"Hey! There you guys are. Sofie, this is Warden Teren and Senior Warden Alistair, they're great friends of mine, and super amazing to boot." Another little salute, and she turns her attention back to the younger Warden. "Did I tell you about the time that we were neck-deep in the Deep Roads and had to kill an Emissary armed with nothing but a bunch of rocks? Not so much as a sharpened toothpick among us, swear on my mother's grave." At this, she leans closer to her new buddy pal Sofie, now managing to grin and look incredibly self-satisfied. Teren and Alistair are not so much forgotten as relegated to characters in whatever tall tale she's about to spin.
"Kaisa--" Teren begins to protest, but then the girl is talking and it's over. At the very least, Teren feels a little bad that she hadn't noticed her absence at the table, but perhaps it's for the best: if she didn't, nobody else will either, and it will be easier to get her out.
"Hello," she says grimly, looking dead-eyed at Sofie.
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This is a lie. He doesn't sound convincing. He knows she doesn't want company. But she's going to have it, so someone is here to interfere if she tries to fight someone for looking at her oddly.
"—and I was going to start shouting at Oghren, if I stayed, so here I am. Hello."
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Which should explain everything. Clearly. And it's all he has any plans to explain, here in the hallways, where anyone can hear them. He isn't going to try to talk Teren out of killing everyone and clue them into the possibility. He's just going to follow her around like a puppy, pretending to have no idea he's being annoying.
"And he calls me Virgin like he's forgotten my name," he goes on, "and everyone knows how sensitive I am about that."
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my paid just expired he's not as grumpy as his icon
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Drawing around a corner will reveal that it's much, much worse than any of them: It's Kaisa. Said Warden has been absent hitherto the invitation to wander, having apparently taken that advice soundly and wandered right into the cutest lady Warden Ansburg had to offer, and perhaps get a more personal tour. Get some one-on-one exploring under her belt. Wink wink.
One hand is leaning against the wall right next to said cute lady Warden, and the other has a beer that has been acquired from mysterious and possibly arcane sources. She takes a sip as the other Warden giggles at whatever witty and clever line Kaisa just gave her, and only afterwards notices Alistair and Teren. Her mouth (already pulled into a pretty self-satisfied smirk) twists into a wide grin, and she holds her beer up to them in a mock-salute.
"Hey! There you guys are. Sofie, this is Warden Teren and Senior Warden Alistair, they're great friends of mine, and super amazing to boot." Another little salute, and she turns her attention back to the younger Warden. "Did I tell you about the time that we were neck-deep in the Deep Roads and had to kill an Emissary armed with nothing but a bunch of rocks? Not so much as a sharpened toothpick among us, swear on my mother's grave." At this, she leans closer to her new buddy pal Sofie, now managing to grin and look incredibly self-satisfied. Teren and Alistair are not so much forgotten as relegated to characters in whatever tall tale she's about to spin.
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"Kaisa--" Teren begins to protest, but then the girl is talking and it's over. At the very least, Teren feels a little bad that she hadn't noticed her absence at the table, but perhaps it's for the best: if she didn't, nobody else will either, and it will be easier to get her out.
"Hello," she says grimly, looking dead-eyed at Sofie.