[closed] tiptoe through the tulips

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict, Wren, James, Simon, Hanzo, some new friends
WHAT: The time has finally come to return Benedict to his people. Something maybe goes a little bit wrong.
WHEN: Early Bloomingtide
WHERE: southern Tevinter
NOTES: Warnings for violence.

Three Templars, a magister's son, and a Shimada cross the border from Hasmal to the Tevinter Imperium: it sounds like a joke, and in many ways it probably is, but to Benedict it just seems like overkill.
His mother requested the Templars, ostensibly for protection against the southern apostates driven mad by their little war; Hanzo, a man whose name he recognizes but is too young to properly remember, presumably tagged along for the practical benefits of visiting Minrathous without the Inquisition's grandeur.

Magister Calpurnia Artemaeus awaits them at the family home, and all they have to do is get there. Surely the nightmare will soon be over.

Comments

[judgemewhole]

"Which would still put me ahead of you by one." James muttered under his breath, before he nodded at Wren. "Agreed. I'll ride vanguard, if that's all right with everyone."

Anything to be as far away from Benedict as possible. Honestly sometimes he just wanted to throttle the boy. This would take away the temptation.

[eruit]

"Perivantium, then." Hanzo, truly, doesn't mind either way. He is more than capable of defending himself, protecting himself, and he can do his duty and extend that protection to the people around him if necessary. The sooner they get to the Imperium the better; he can see his home, briefly, drink it in once more, before returning to the Inquisition as though he has not lost anything at all in the journey.

"There will be many stables along the way. I doubt we will have issue." His knowledge of the area is old enough that he's not entirely certain, but he doesn't think that it's too novel an idea.