He has too been to Nevarra. It wasn't the Nevarra most people like to think about, but Nevarra it was. And the person with whom he came here the first time is here now, sitting on the floor by the fireplace with her legs stretched toward the flame, head tilted back against a bench, visible eye closed and her braid undone from its bun to coil behind her. Teren is sore from the journey, perhaps moreso than she's been letting on, and stealing these quiet moments in the downstairs of the inn is the only way she'll catch her breath. Most everyone is asleep; she's just waiting for Nathaniel and Anders to drift off so she won't have to hear them whispering, and then she'll go back upstairs to stare at the dark ceiling until dawn.
When she hears movement, Teren opens her eye to a slit and angles her head just enough to see Alistair.
Wildcard/the inn! At night!!
And the person with whom he came here the first time is here now, sitting on the floor by the fireplace with her legs stretched toward the flame, head tilted back against a bench, visible eye closed and her braid undone from its bun to coil behind her. Teren is sore from the journey, perhaps moreso than she's been letting on, and stealing these quiet moments in the downstairs of the inn is the only way she'll catch her breath. Most everyone is asleep; she's just waiting for Nathaniel and Anders to drift off so she won't have to hear them whispering, and then she'll go back upstairs to stare at the dark ceiling until dawn.
When she hears movement, Teren opens her eye to a slit and angles her head just enough to see Alistair.