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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[paperwing]

With the rest of the small gathering seated, Sabriel finally seats herself, as far away from Zevran as is possible (which isn't very far, given that the table isn't that long). What with the talk of Oghren as well, she's coming to the conclusion that Alistair had a very strange group of companions during the Fifth Blight and her mental image of the band of heroes might have been destroyed... ever so slightly.

"You were kind enough to invite us down here for dinner," she says, reaching for some bread, because this entire spread is so... Ferelden. Not that she minds, and would never complain about its simplicity and it's one hundred times better than whatever they could find in the Frostbacks, but still. Another reason to miss Nevarra. She does sound sincere, though - whether she's reminding herself or thanking him is another matter.

Probably herself, as the chewing of bread ceases at the mention of Alistair eating spiders. Now she's just looking at him. And Zevran, because is that a joke? Is he joking?

"Is that true?"