heaven, a gateway, a hope

[byblow]

WHO: Grey Wardens & You
WHAT: A daring and not at all ragtag group of Grey Wardens has walked all the way across Orlais to inform the Inquisition--just in case it hadn't already realized on its own--that everything is terrible.
WHEN: Harvestmere 22
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: This post has: (1) A single group "we just got here, we're freezing, who is in charge, what do you mean you haven't decided yet" starter that we'd like to keep to one chronological thread. (2) Open starters for individual Wardens set later in the day/week.

OOC Note: Regarding the first starter--threadjack away! Anyone is welcome to wander onto the scene to see what's going on and wander back out at their leisure, to fall silent for a while, etc. No tagging order. But let slower taggers get a word in edgewise!

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[bunko]

[His look of mild horror is, fittingly, only mildly exaggerated.]

If I wear half and wash half, I'll still only have twelve pairs--I can't spare a single one. You'll have to find your own. [Possessively, he scrunches his toes in his boots. Doing so does not make him feel any warmer.] Fire might be easier to come by. We need more mages. I know one who did a handy fire in a bottle trick for me. She could make a killing selling those.

[amygdalae]

[...Bruce certainly had no intentions of taking any of his socks in the first place, but now he makes a note to try and leave them alone as well. This man must really like his socks.

So rather than harp on the sock topic, he moves on to something safer. Generally speaking.] Fire in a bottle? That does sound handy. [Pause.] Perhaps you could ask the mages about that - they might be able to figure something out.

[bunko]

Maybe.

[Hope colors his tone, but only dimly. Scipio flexes his toes in his socks and boots again, and confesses:]

The mage who made it the first time doesn't have time to keep me warm. I don't know that she wants to keep on being my benefactor. But we were on the road rather a long time. She might be more generous after a rest. And I could ask others, until then. Have you found mages to be generous?

[amygdalae]

I suppose it depends on the mage in question.

[A small grimace as Bruce says that. It's not that mages are bad or anything, but--well. A good number of them were usually more concerned with their own survival than anything else. Bruce couldn't blame them, obviously, but still... it was a sad state of affairs.]

But the mages here are very reasonable, I've found. You shouldn't have much problem asking for their help.

[bunko]

Think so?

[That's good news, if ever he's heard it. He flexes his fingers in his gloves now, trying to imagine fire in his hand, a handy trick. (Handy. It's funny.)]

It's so much to keep track of--allegiances, and all. Who will help you and who won't. It makes me miss the taverns. Everything so easily solved, and a man might as well be your brother once you've shared a cup. Better than blood, or oaths.

[And also: more temporary, which he misses almost the most. This long-haul rubbish is awful.]

[amygdalae]

[Bruce gives a slow nod. In a way, he understands - while he had been out on the run trust was hard to give and take. Everywhere there was danger and the possibility of being found, and it was hard to be able to trust anyone. And now being here... everyone may have similar goals, but how would he know who to trust still? How could he?]

We're all here because we want to try and help with the danger that Thedas faces now. [The words are probably something that's been said millions of times now, but its said so often because it is true.] If Thedas is gone, then all our differences don't even matter.

[bunko]

Yes.

[That is true. More or less. When Scipio thinks grandly--well, his definition of grand thinking differs, slightly, than a more honest man's would. He has always done his best to avoid thinking like a more honest man.

But there is truth to what this man says. It is a sobering thought. Scipio doesn't like it might, or the truth of it.]

Yes, I think--you're right. Yet it won't be easy, for men to think this way. [Men--but all the races, truly, and all the allegiances. He smiles, a little.] Perhaps we should just all stay drunk.

[amygdalae]

[He lets out a small, amused sound at the suggestion, a tiny smile forming on his lips.]

Coordination would be hard if we were all drunk, I think. [And Bruce himself isn't one for drunkenness and alcohol anyway, so that's already kind of ruined. Not that he'd say anything of that, of course.] But I'm sure we'll be able to figure out something that can make us all work together when the time calls for it.

[Or so he hopes, anyway. Bruce isn't a hopeful kind of person, but--who knows? These were difficult, ever-changing times.]

[bunko]

Oh, learning to fake coordination, that isn't so hard.

[Take it from an expert, an expert who has spent a lot of time being drunk but very successfully acting as if he was not.]

Teaching true unity might actually be harder. I think people like to have things to fight about. I don't know why, but they do. I think it would be tiring.

[amygdalae]

[Well, Bruce supposes he can't quite go against that argument, considering how he's not much of a drinker himself. He hasn't so much as touched a bottle in his life.

That isn't the point, though.]

I can't say I disagree with you. [People somehow always deviate to conflict. Perhaps because it was easier to band together when there was a reason floating above them, a banner that held them together. Or maybe because everyone was different and there would always be conflict.]