The Oaths You Have Taken [Closedish]

[unbrokenoath]

WHO: The Wardens of the Inquisition
WHAT: The Wardens have a meeting to discuss various important subjects.
WHEN: Guardian 15 (ish)
WHERE: In the middle of a large clearing near Skyhold.
NOTES: The announcement of the meeting here.

The meeting place may seem like an odd location, but one thing is pretty clear--Anyone approaching the group will have to cross some very open terrain. The location isn't too hard to spot. Kaisa has used the space the bonfire had once been to construct a much more modest campfire, then managed to drag a half dozen benches out to circle it. There's a table nearby with the promised food--a couple plates of cookies and other pastries, some sausage and smoked meats, cheese, and bread to put it all on. While alcohol might have been appreciated, the subjects that need discussed are too important to attempt while intoxicated. Instead, there's several pitchers, some with apple cider, some with tea, one with plain old water.

Kaisa will be sitting on one of the benches as people trail over, sipping some cider and making small talk until everyone gets there. She's got paper and a pen, and will be trying to take notes on everything discussed. Though she'll be happy to fob the job off on anyone who would rather do it instead.

Comments

[bunko]

"I am also glad," Scipio seconds, and smiles at Sabriel as she sits down. There is little to smile about. A meeting, out in the cold of the open wilderness? Madness. But his boots keep his feet warm, and his two cloaks are good and heavy, and this is, apparently, an important discussion for all Wardens to attend.

That, and neither Scipio nor Rafael could come up with a good excuse not to be here. 'Anticipated frostbite' wouldn't pass; 'tavern doors wouldn't open' would be even weaker. Better this, now, than something worse later.

"And I am Scipio," he adds. While he has participated in meetings where names must be given, he has not often done so with his own name, his real name. It is, he thinks, a little strange. But nonetheless: "Scipio Marvello. And with me, as always, is Rafael. You may have heard of us. Just, not as Wardens."

Probably you have.