WHO: Adalia, Alistair, Freddie, Herian, Loghain, Medicine Seller, Melys, Nathaniel, Notas, Teren. WHAT: Rescuing a king, maybe. WHEN: Early Wintermarch WHERE: An island off Seheron, the Fade NOTES: Violence, disturbing imagery.
Here's the terrible thing about the Fade - it can be so temptingly real. So alluring, so... full of promise. They were dreams that could break your heart upon waking, because so much that you had longed for had been restored to you, and then it was lost all over again in the starkness of reality.
Herian stands, watches, and doesn't want to disrupt the Warden's relief, this reconciliation, even though she knows it must be done. It feels unkind to do it, but the worse thing would surely be to allow him to become endangered.
"Warden Howe," she says, speaking softly. She is, herself, looking less together than she might normally, wearing an Enchanter's robes. She feels that she is intruding on an important moment. "Consider the situation carefully."
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Herian stands, watches, and doesn't want to disrupt the Warden's relief, this reconciliation, even though she knows it must be done. It feels unkind to do it, but the worse thing would surely be to allow him to become endangered.
"Warden Howe," she says, speaking softly. She is, herself, looking less together than she might normally, wearing an Enchanter's robes. She feels that she is intruding on an important moment. "Consider the situation carefully."