[Closed] The Road to Jader ...

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WHO: Bethany Darton, Aleron Darton, Carver Hawke, Fenris, Alistair, and Inessa Serra
WHAT: Looking for the Champion, high and low
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: The fine Orlesian city of Jader, and small town just outside of Jader.
NOTES: Warnings for ...well. The DA2 Crew. You know how these guys are.

For weeks, Bethany Darton had been searching for some hint of her older sister's whereabouts since she had heard about the demise of the Hero of Fereldan. Her determination only mounting when Carver returned home with Dog, she remembered one of Marian's last letters, sent from a trader in Jader. She rounded up some people who were actually willing to track down Marian again, and as soon as she had returned from the Island of Red Lyrium, she gathered them all up and headed down to the docks as quickly as she could manage it, to Jader itself.

Comments

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FINE. No drooling on the Orlesians. Carver shrugs at Garahel. "I tried."

There's a joke to be made about complaining about being stuck in a warm climate, but honestly, Carver likes the cold better, too, so he sort of sympathizes. All the same... "Oh yes, no more bon-bons and twittering people in masks for you if that happens. How will you ever survive?" Said in the drollest tone ever.

Followed by a glare at Alistair. "Oh yes. I'm sure one joke out of me and they'll think 'Oh yes, I remember this dark-haired woman that was around at whatever point who also made terrible jokes!'" He pauses. "...then again, Marian's jokes usually do stick out, if not in a good way."

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Inessa nods in sympathy for Alistair's comment about the heat, as Garahel happily accepts the petting. "And part him from those tiny cakes as well? Such needless cruelty." The only reason worth sparing anyone from banishment, of course. They're just not the same anywhere else.

She glances to Carver and shrugs. "I think the family resemblance alone might be enough, but it's your decision." Honestly, between Carver's looks and Alistair's sense of humor, maybe the combination will be enough without an attempt on his part.

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"It's not his decision," Alistair protests, giving Inessa a look. "If it's his decision he'll decide to be a stick in the mud."

Exhibit A: refusing to do an accent. Exhibit B: the entire rest of his life, probably.

But Alistair isn't helpless. He draws himself up to his full height, which is slightly more than Carver's, thanks, and says, "As your senior officer, I order you to be funny."

(He's not serious. He wouldn't pull rank except to joke. Or to save lives, maybe—but mainly to joke.)

[unshadowing]

"...okay, I'll give you the cakes. Orlesians do know how to make them right." A bit too fancy for his tastes, but Carver appreciates them all the same. "Though how they claim that they 'taste of unbridled despair' is still beyond me."

And now Alistair is the one getting "a look" though it's half-hearted because, well, Alistair does outrank him. Even with easygoing people like Alistair, Carver always steps carefully with rank. Stroud beat that into him well and good. "Fine. Knock knock."

Oh yes. Carver is absolutely going to go that route.