(closed) fields of red

[spellshatter]

WHO: Silas Caron, Anders
WHAT: Red lyrium ruins everything
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: A small village in Orlais
NOTES: Dealing with some farmers

Hardly surprising that they have to stay more than one night, really, for a problem this size, but until the sun sank below the horizon Silas had held out some hope that they might be able to start back toward Kirkwall right away, maybe find an inn somewhere on the road, instead of putting up tents and building a fire a safe distance from one of the ruined fields.

The tents aren't the problem, obviously. The problem is the company. It's easy enough not to talk about the enormous half-exploded, half-armored druffalo in the room while they've been talking about the fields infested with red lyrium and the various difficult personalities involved in handling it, but now there's nothing new to look at except the stew starting to steam over the fire, and the dark beyond it, and the mage.

Silas looks at him, thinks about saying a few things, and then settles on, "Think we could forge something summoning those stubborn asses to another city for a while?"

It's ridiculous, but it's better than most of the other options.