cold feet turned into cold weather

[shirking]

WHO: Flint, Herschel Rustin, possibly others
WHAT: One Ander deserter arrives in Kirkwall
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: n/a

Comments

[shirking]

[ I need to talk to whoever's in charge he'd said, and someone had led him up all those stairs to a hall of offices and said, the Commander has a moment. He sits awkwardly on the edge of the chair in front of Flint's desk, stiff-backed, hands in his lap, the one with the weird green light in it clasped tight and covered by the other. His knee bounces. ]

I came from Orlais, sir, [ he answers, ] That's where the rift was. [ It's not where his accent's from. ]