(closedish openish) keep you like an oath

[byblow]

WHO: Alistair & Others
WHAT: Some sulking, some snark.
WHEN: Third week of Haring + bonus first week of Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: No open starters, but if you want something PM me or hit me up on Plurk! Or drop a starter of your own on me and I'll roll with it.

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[byblow]

"What? No. Kids love that stuff," Alistair says. He doesn't know what kind of child Bruce was—probably a quiet, unassuming one—but Alistair loved a good gory detail in his stories. "And the children here have probably seen it before, never mind hearing about it."

He steps out of the way of an oncoming cart being pushed by two elves, and backs into an Orlesian in the process; the courtyard is a busy place.

"Where are you going? I'll walk with you."

[amygdalae]

Bruce tries his best to not make a face at Alistair's words. Did children really like to hear things like that? Bruce couldn't say for himself given his own past experiences, but that certainly didn't seem to sound right. Children these days must be quite... different. Then again, these were very different times.

He shifts himself as the cart rolls on by, making way for its path and steps to the side in order to avoid a passing runner before he glances back at Alistair.

"I was heading back to my tent," he replies. "Restocking my supplies for my next round with the refugees." He leaves it there - Alistair is completely free to join him if he so wished to. Bruce supposes having a Grey Warden around would help to ease the worries of people better than he ever could.