[The courtyard was always a hive of activity. From sparring to chatter there was something going on for everyone, and that was where Bruce tended to be - although he wasn't exactly in the thick of the action himself. Rather, he was sticking at the edges of where all the hustle and bustle was, only hearing the faint sounds of all the activity going on as he read the book in his lap. Unlike the other times where it had been a study of magic of some sort, today it was a battered down, worn out copy of one of the earlier volumes of Hard in Hightown.
How Bruce got this copy was somewhat of a long story - but it had been one of the few things he still managed to keep on him through his travels all over Thedas. He knew he should probably try to find a less worn down copy at this point, but he had always been a sentimental person. Considering all he had went though, it felt a bit bad if he put down the history he had with this dogeared copy.]
the beginning of fan-ship. i mean friendship.
How Bruce got this copy was somewhat of a long story - but it had been one of the few things he still managed to keep on him through his travels all over Thedas. He knew he should probably try to find a less worn down copy at this point, but he had always been a sentimental person. Considering all he had went though, it felt a bit bad if he put down the history he had with this dogeared copy.]