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WHO: Aleron and YOU
WHAT: General Catch All while the Seeker settles in
WHEN: Guardian 24-Drakonis 14
WHERE: Skyhold (varies)
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It barely takes any time since his arrival for Aleron to resume what has been his daily habits for years now. Being relocated inside the Inquisition fortress has made little difference, beyond a change of scenery. He knows of no other way than the one he's followed most his life. With everything outside the walls in sheer chaos, finding order within his personal habits provides a rock solid foundation to face those challenges.

Chapel
Every morning and evening, before he breaks his fast, before he commits himself to rest, Aleron can be found inside the Chapel, knelt in prayer. He is as earnest in his devotions as he is with the remainder of his life and spends no less than an hour each time praying through sections of the Chant of Light. It is familiar. It is the base of his faith. It is his faith that holds him up, and to neglect it would be unjust in his mind.

Courtyard
During the day, Aleron commits himself to practice and training his weapon skills, though he prefers light leathers to full armor for the exercise. A particularly sharp eye or veteran combatant will note something unusual. He executes moves with precision, clearly well studied, with years of practice. However, he does not excel with the sword, not like a true master or exceptional talent would. Still, every day, he is present in the yard, working on his form, his stance, his skills.

Stables
Most days, he finds his way to the stables, to check after the welfare of his horse he rode into Skyhold. Valiente is a lively mount, but not too aggressive, nor does he seem to mind being quartered with so many others. Weather permitting, Aleron saddles him for a short ride through the mountain passes, enough to keep the horse hale and hearty, but never so much as to risk his health or a broken limb on treacherous footing.

Library
Every afternoon, the Seeker abandons physical pursuits for academic ones. Anyone who's made note of his somber default expression will find him different when engaged in scholarly reading and research. His eyes light as he peruses the shelves, smiles and looks of surprise manifest when he stumbles across some new tidbit of fact or history of which he had previously been unaware. Peculiar to some that a man could become so animated reading titles such as Tales of the Destruction of Thedas or The Essays of Divine Ambrosia II, but his excitement over the material is present and palpable.

Tavern
Of an evening, there is a solitary man seated with a single ale which he nurses slowly. Aleron doesn't engage in games of chance, flirt with the servers, or join in any more raucous singing that happens once the patrons are well in their cups. He sits, listens to the bard, sometimes reads a book, other times a letter. The letters often sit on the table for a considerable length of time while he stares off into the distance, as if deliberating if he wants to open them or not. If the place is crowded, he makes no objections to others joining him.

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Carver? Carver. Hmm. Turning the name over in his head, Aleron's quite certain he doesn't recognize the name. Should he? "I'm afraid I haven't, but I confess to being a shame to the family in keeping up with social connections. Ravonild has given me up as a lost cause." Ah that might require an explanation. Especially since it seems they have more in common than one would think at the outset. "Ravonild's my twin sister."

He almost expects his sister to be recognized immediately. It would please her to be so, annoy her if not, and frankly she's become rather notorious over the past few years for her very wild behavior.

"Really? Hm, that's surprising. Most people remember Carver ...if only because he was so good at being Carver." A brat, but a beloved one. Her gaze brightened considerably at his mention of being a twin as well. The name however catches his attention.

"Ravonild? Lady Ravonild?" She asked her eyebrows raising together, remembering something that her mother said. "Oh, then you should ask her about Carver. I have a horrible idea that Mother was trying to get them married, at some point."

Internally, Aleron is already groaning, though you could never tell it from his ever stoic expression. Of course she'd recognize his sister. He knew it was likely from the get go, but there is still that bitter boy inside who is frustrated that his brat twin that somehow gets all of the attention, good or ill.

"How horrible an idea are we talking about? Ravonild could stand a new husband to steady her, I won't lie." In fact, he has no loyalty to protecting her reputation, since she's so determined to ruin it for herself. No, no that's not true. He does care. Not even for her sake as much as the family's reputation. But he does care, though he certainly wished he did not. "More importantly, will asking her about Carver spare me a ten page discourse on the current fashions of lady's slippers and stockings, this month?"

Bethany's dimples brightened, before she shook her head a little. "Well, I won't say that Carver is any less reckless - as I don't know your sister - but I suppose his years in the Order have steadied him. So it is entirely possible he might even be a good influence now."

Now, she laughed, "Asking about Carver will probably get you at least a five page discourse on him alone, and are you certain you want to be pestered about what you know of the Hawke Family? You might have to come to me for more updates."

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