Be prepared for the worst

[highwaywarrior]

WHO: Dismas and anyone
WHAT: Readying supplies and making certain he has everything he needs for the roads.
WHEN: Before leaving
WHERE: Near the quartermasters, gardens and anywhere else he can grab supplies.
NOTES: Nothing

No rest for the wicked, huh? It seemed like he had only just returned to Skyhold not that long ago, only to be thrown to the wolves once more. Well whatever, he's expendable, he knows that. A criminal like him shouldn't expect better than to be worked to the bone. Doesn't mean that he likes the unnecessary added stress of having to return to the roads again.

It was methodical, he's done this before. A life's worth of experience traveling the roads, backcountries and streets has left him with the knowledge necessary to think ahead and prepare for whatever he might find.

Only this time, he wasn't robbing wayfarers or picking through corpses.

Comments

[the_effect_she_has]

"HEY."

Comes the angry response, as the man sticks his hands into a sack of freshly gathered elfroot outside what looks like a half-built hut, in the middle of the courtyard. The current occupant, and owner of said sack, glowers at him angrily.

"Get your own. There's plenty in the Makers be damned garden! It took me hours out in the hills to gather that!"

[amygdalae]

Ah--

This was... not what he had expected.

Certainly, Bruce had put his potions outside of his tent, but that was because it would be easier for him to come over and take them when he needed to. Most people usually didn't care so much, but apparently his luck had run out today.

"...I apologize, did you need some of those potions?" He tries to sound as patient and as pleasant as possible, since its not really the other party's fault. "Those are mind, but if you do need any of them..."