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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[byblow]

Hopefully three drinks is a good enough excuse for the way Alistair groans--quietly! he has some restraint--and drops his head down onto the bartop. Briefly! Restraint, again. He sits back up almost as soon as his forehead has thunked on the wood and instead looks at Daylen like he isn't entirely sure what to do with him.

"You've really never seen a deepstalker?" he says. What to do with him is apparently transparently change the subject. "You ought to fix that. I can point you toward some amazing dark caves."

[deflocked]

The reaction doesn't surprise him, though it doesn't help. If his face was red before then that's nothing compared to now. He's more than happy to take the change in subject. Maybe if they talk about something else he can stop embarrassing himself quite so much.

"Do I need to?" Because really, he'd rather not see a deepstalker. In any illustration he's seen they look very much like a creature that's best avoided. "I'm not really very fond of caves, and there are usually other things in there too. Aren't there?"

[byblow]

"Spiders," Alistair admits, but he doesn't relent: "But a man hasn't truly lived until he's fought off a deepstalker. I think it ought to be a--thing. Rite of passage. Every young Fereldan must retrieve the head of something creepy to be considered an adult."

He looks down into his empty tankard to confirm it is still, unfortunately, empty.

"I suppose I can give you a bit of a pass since you were stuck in that tower," he says, "and then warring, or whatever. But now that that's quieted down there's no excuse."