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[OPEN] and anyway, I told the truth
WHO: Loghain Mac Tir, Alistair Theirin + OPEN
WHAT: Loghain settles into life in Kirkwall.
WHEN: Throughout early September, and right after Loghain and Alistair's sending crystal conversation.
WHERE: The stables; the Gallows library at night, the dining hall.
NOTES: The thread between Loghain and Alistair is open to everyone! Feel free to witness and contribute to what goes down. Aside from the first prompt, you can assume that the others happen on multiple different occasions throughout the month.
WHAT: Loghain settles into life in Kirkwall.
WHEN: Throughout early September, and right after Loghain and Alistair's sending crystal conversation.
WHERE: The stables; the Gallows library at night, the dining hall.
NOTES: The thread between Loghain and Alistair is open to everyone! Feel free to witness and contribute to what goes down. Aside from the first prompt, you can assume that the others happen on multiple different occasions throughout the month.
I. THE STABLES (ALISTAIR)
He reaches the stables towards the end of the day, with the last of the sun's warmth beginning to wane and some slight cloud cover rolling in from the west. It's cold, but his reception from Alistair is guaranteed to be downright frosty.
Loghain steps into the stables, and checks the impulse to detour past Sooty's stall. Best not to put this off. "Alistair?"
II. THE LIBRARY
Through trial and error, Loghain has determined that the best time to make use of the Inquisitions' research facilities is in the dead of night, for what normal person would choose to sit at a desk and squint at centuries' old books by candlelight? Doing this means it's a bit slower going for him to track down what he needs, but it at least also means that there are no scowling faces nearby to draw his focus away from his work.
There are, regretfully, few resources at his disposal here for research into red lyrium or Corypheus's history, but what few books and papers he has been able to dig up are currently spread out before him on a library table. Rather than sitting at a chair to work, Loghain instead paces slowly behind it, alternating between sipping from a cooling mug of black tea, leaning over to make pencil notations on a map, and flipping through pages of notes, searching for connections.
It's possible he's been at this for a few hours.
III. THE DINING HALL
In general, he prefers to take his meals in private, but suspects that over the long run, this will only make his situation in Kirkwall more difficult, and make the untenable aspects of it persist for even longer. So while he continues his routine of having breakfast alone, he makes it a point to join the rest of the Inquisition's personnel in one of the dining halls each day for both lunch and dinner. So far, most people have left him alone.
He's seated at one of those long tables now, idly stirring a spoon in a bowl of stew until it cools. The other hand holds open the pages of a book, which he reads from in silence.
IV. THE STABLES--ON A DIFFERENT DAY
The stables undoubtedly have grooms and stablehands to see to this sort of work, but Loghain has spent the last several months trekking across Thedas with only his horse for company. It still seems odd to leave her care in the hands of strangers.
Dressed in clothes he doesn't mind getting a bit dirty, he is at work in Sooty's stall brushing her coat down after an invigorating run through the surrounding, stark hills. He talks to her quietly under his breath as he does so, smiling, and feeds her bits of vegetable out of a pouch on his belt every so often.
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There are probably several correct reactions to that revelation, but Loghain isn't sure which one to go with first. Shock? Incredulity? Pragmatic approval? It takes him a few seconds to decide that, all things considered, yes, it is probably best that the prince remain in the Inquisition's custody.
"...where is he?" he asks at length, his stew forgotten. "The prince, that is."
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It's Kirkwall. Kirkwall is death murder city.
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With that said, he allows the silence to settle a bit between them, filled only by the sounds of everyone else in the mess hall finishing up their meals and conversing around them. Loghain glances towards one of the other tables filled with young recruits and considers them in grim silence. "After Weisshaupt and Clarel," he begins quietly, "I wonder if Thedas will ever trust us again."
'Us.' Still a strange word for him to apply to himself in the context of the Grey Wardens, even after all this time.
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"Of course they will." It's a stating of fact, like Kaisa can change the opinions of all Thedas if she just believes in it enough. "We're the Wardens. We've been around for a millennia, we've saved the world a number of times. People forget that all the time, but they always remember again. And..." She pauses for a moment, fingers drumming on the table as she tries to pick out the right words out of all of the feelings and thoughts running wild in her head. Of course the Wardens are to be trusted, they're the good guys, aren't they?
"The Wardens are here to help. Even with Clarel, she was doing what she thought she had to, in order to save the world." Kaisa starts off, staring grimly at the table. "She was wrong, but it wasn't her heart that was wrong. People will realize that, eventually. That we're here to do what's necessary, to do what's right. They'll come around again. They have to."
They have to, because otherwise everything the Wardens have sacrificed will come up to nothing.
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He clears his throat to fill the otherwise awkward silence, then starts to rise to his feet with his tepid bowl of stew. "Best return this to the cooks," he says, then adds, "I expect I'll see you around the training grounds at some stage?"
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In the end, she chooses to shrug it aside, and waves him off with a lazy smile. "Yeah, I'm always there. Just look for the one who's kickin' everyone's asses. Seeya."
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