on the road again.

[dinadhal]

WHO: Aenor Din'adhal, James Flint, Ellis Noclanname
WHAT: An elf, a Grey Warden, and a Tevinter go talk to some Dalish. The Tevinter waits in the car.
WHEN:
WHERE: The Hundred Pillars
NOTES: Part of Network Connectivity Issues.

The camp they've made is several hours' ride from the Dalish encampment. It hadn't seemed wise--to Aenor, at least--to encroach much more than that. For all the fearfully polite goodwill with which they were met, she suspects it would all evaporate if they'd chosen to bring a man of Commander Flint's origins too near.

As it is, she suspects they weren't ecstatic about the presence of a human towering beside her. Worse, though, would have been going alone. They know now that she'd have suffered little, but they couldn't have been certain before. The Litwyn clan wouldn't have been the first to close itself off to all outsiders, regardless of race. (It would certainly explain their lack of interest in hosting them for more than an hour or two. True hospitality might have seen them staying the night.)

By the time she and Ellis return, the sun has long since slipped behind a mountain, the stars and moons occasionally interrupted by the straight, strange columns that jut up further than any natural peak.

"Jim!" she calls--not too loudly--as she slides off her dracolisk's back. Then'Harel makes an impatient sound as they approach the edge of the firelight, something between a hiss and a snort. "Your cooking, is it edible? We bring hunger as a guest."