There's really no hiding from one another here. Not that either of them has been hiding. Alistair has possibly been taking minor pains to avoid the easily avoidable places where the man might be, and he has definitely been glaring straight through Loghain whenever it becomes impossible to avoid looking at him altogether, but that's the extent of it. He's not walking in the opposite direction when he sees him or hiding from public places. He was here first. And anything more would be childish, or something. Whatever.
But now, before the ships sail off to investigate whatever weird thing is happening in the ocean, Alistair sought him out on purpose, first lurking in the stables until he shows up to see to his horse, then standing there with his arms crossed and his shoulder against the wall, and aiming that so toward him like an elbow in the ribs. Ungentle. Listen.
"I've told Teagan Guerrin, who's told Eamon, who should have told the Queen, so you may as well know, too—Maric Theirin might be alive." Does he know how much that might mean to Loghain? Not really. Would he care if he did? Not even a little. "I think he's in Tevinter. You led the search for him, didn't you?"
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There's really no hiding from one another here. Not that either of them has been hiding. Alistair has possibly been taking minor pains to avoid the easily avoidable places where the man might be, and he has definitely been glaring straight through Loghain whenever it becomes impossible to avoid looking at him altogether, but that's the extent of it. He's not walking in the opposite direction when he sees him or hiding from public places. He was here first. And anything more would be childish, or something. Whatever.
But now, before the ships sail off to investigate whatever weird thing is happening in the ocean, Alistair sought him out on purpose, first lurking in the stables until he shows up to see to his horse, then standing there with his arms crossed and his shoulder against the wall, and aiming that so toward him like an elbow in the ribs. Ungentle. Listen.
"I've told Teagan Guerrin, who's told Eamon, who should have told the Queen, so you may as well know, too—Maric Theirin might be alive." Does he know how much that might mean to Loghain? Not really. Would he care if he did? Not even a little. "I think he's in Tevinter. You led the search for him, didn't you?"
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