[Open] My Hearth Is Yours

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: Dining with the Commander
WHEN: Throughout Wintermarch
WHERE: The Great Hall
NOTES: Nothing but 'seriously dude, you're hiding something aren't you?'

Even Templars need to eat.

And drink.

Sometimes they have to do a lot of drinking, honestly, but Norrington kept his portions of wine to a reasonable amount when he had it with his supper. He always dined in the main hall, few times with his men, but often times he came in in alone with papers and letters in which he worked upon while he broke meat and bread off and slipped it into his mouth without thinking. His pen never seemed to stop, as he scripted pages and pages of writing -- before tossing some of them aside and grumpily burning others.

Once and awhile, you could catch him with no papers at all, but a book, his head propped up on his hand and his green eyes distant as he read the words on the page and sipped from his glass of wine.

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[equanimiti]

Drinking is something Sauveterre is awfully good at.

Usually haunting the Herald's Rest in the later part of the evening, it's actually a rarity for Alayre to reach the dining halls. The last time he dined here was during the wake and Andraste knows how horrid that while affair was. The only reason for his appearance here now is to pick the brain of a fellow Templar he truly admires.

"How sad." Alayre states as he lingers at the threshold of this grand dining hall. "To dine alone with only mindless paperwork to keep you company." The Orlesian couldn't help but grin a little at James as he dares to approach.

Alayre has taken a more casual style as of late when not dressed like a Templar Knight-Commander. He seems more relaxed this way in dark leathers and warm cottons. His fondness for hooded cloaks are quite apparent too since this is the same dark indigo cloak he wore during their mock spar. Something changed in Alayre as of late or maybe he actually grown comfortable enough not to feel the need for steel anymore. Whatever the reason, the older Templar seems more amiable these days.

"Is there a chance that I could amuse you with conversation over paperwork, good ser?"

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne had a tendency to avoid the Great Hall. This was largely carried over from her career as a spy. It was only when she was playing a role that she would dine in a hall like this. And it made her wildly uncomfortable. So many eyes, so many people. And she had never managed to fully master humanoid table manners. It was always the worst in Valeria, where she constantly forgot which fork was for which course.

Here, though, there was the added stress of the politics of Thedas. She wasn't a part of it, and yet it could control her very existence.

For better or for worse, though, her curiosity sometimes got the better of her. Especially when she was hungry.

And as it happened, she was famished that evening.

She slipped into the hall, wearing the too-big cloak that Korrin had given her on the day she arrived. She smelled bread, which was her absolute favorite thing. Alastrians, by and large, didn't cook. So the idea of combining so many ingredients to create something entirely new was still an intriguing novelty. She thought she might treat herself.

[onlyhymns]

Cade would join Norrington and his men in the dining hall sometimes, rarely saying a word but clearly seeking comfort in the camaraderie of fellow Templars. With his Kirkwall brethren scattered to the winds, and Norrington's invitation open, he would hang near them and almost seem to prefer that they consider him ornamental. When the meal was over, he would ghost away.

He hadn't appeared at the table since his sparring incident, but on this particular evening he made his way down, expression shadowed and eyes worried as he scanned the table's occupants. He stood there for a moment, debating whether to sit with them or not, and thankfully none of the men paid him much notice. He was strange, and always a bit of a labor to talk to.

[samahl]

Cyril sees James and then after a moment of consideration goes up to him. He doesn't mean to interrupt if James is working, but he also would like to spend some time with the man alone.

"James?" he asks politely. Then, with an apologetic smile, "Or should I call you Norrington?" He really isn't sure where all of that stands when it comes to humans.

[el_tybs]

"Is this a bad time?"

Holding his own plate of food and mug of his drink for the evening, Sam raises his brows at the Templar. He doesn't exactly want to disturb his friend, but they've both been a bit busy and... well a number of things seemed to be going on.

[perseverances]

Cullen often eats when he can, and when he does, he usually takes his meals up in his office. It's rare that he's able to take food at a decent time and eat in public. He's grateful to be out of his office today, because if he has to read one more report he might scream. Such was the life of leadership, sadly.

It's today that he has a bit of food with him, and while he's not actively looking for someone to sit with, he spots Norrington off to the side. He's careful to move about in the hall, and when he approaches the table, he clears his throat. "Mind if I join you?"