And now I'm looking for a reason why

[dreadinquisitor]

WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Gavin Ashara
WHAT: Goodbyes before taking off their respective missions
WHEN: Back from the Mire, before the next round of missions
WHERE: Herald's Rest
NOTES: N/a.

Maxwell knew his time at Skyhold would be short lived, he'd already received word about Lord Kildarn's request for aid and they would be shipping out for northern Ferelden soon. But, however momentary it might be, it was good be back at the castle. Out of the muck and rain of the mire, back in the sun and fresh breeze. Back where the liquor didn't come out of unlabeled bottles pulled from the mud and the food didn't look like it might slither off his plate at any moment.

The mission would come soon enough. And before he left, he'd need to finally reply to his mother's missive. Somehow.

But first, it was time for some indulgence at the Herald's Rest, at his favorite table on the second floor behind the stairs.

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[slipshot]

"There you are!"

The voice is that of the elf who is now bodily sliding himself into the bench across from Maxwell. "Someone mentioned they'd seen you wander in here, but then I got distracted because there was an issue with a freshly baked pie, and--" He cut off, looking sheepish.

"Anyway. I was looking for you."