[ Oswyn Sighard knew how to entertain, but apparently not how to read a room. The son of the former Bann, who had inherited his father's position after his death, had been gracious enough to host some of the Wardens who had played a key role in the Fifth Blight when he caught wind they would be in the area. More significant to Oswyn had been these particular Wardens' involvement in his rescue prior to the Landsmeet, freeing him from imprisonment and torture, and earning his father's vote when the time came.
Yes, the man's enthused stories and gracious hosting were impressive, and well-earned by his guests, but the guests in question had other things on their minds.
Don't speak for your fellow Warden! Just because you're as impulsive as ever... Robyn Cousland, Hero of the Fifth Blight, glanced sideways at the other figure at the table. It had been a very happy accident that she and Alistair had been in the same relative part of Ferelden, considering how long it had been since they'd last been able to see each other. When the local Bann had somehow caught wind of this news, he'd cheerfully strong-armed the pair into an evening at his home, more than happy to repay some of the people who had saved his life.
It had seemed impolite to refuse him then, but now Robyn quite wishes they'd taken a firmer hand. ]
- Hm? Oh, yes. Very cold this time of year. [ Only semi-confident her answer had been at all related to what Oswyn had asked, she glanced again, covertly, to Alistair. How long had it been since they'd last had any time alone together? Though he, like her, currently wore the heavy armor and sigils of their order, she could see smaller changes in his face, his demeanor. A new scar here, a bit of stubble there. The weariness of searching for a cure for the darkspawn's taint. A comfortable confidence that hadn't been present during their earlier years.
Robyn smiled faintly. She was very much looking forward to liberating him from the armor and exploring at length what else might have changed since their last encounter. Maybe she could seize a gap in the Bann's stories, insist the Grey Wardens needed their beauty rest after a long day, and then... ]
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Yes, the man's enthused stories and gracious hosting were impressive, and well-earned by his guests, but the guests in question had other things on their minds.
Don't speak for your fellow Warden! Just because you're as impulsive as ever... Robyn Cousland, Hero of the Fifth Blight, glanced sideways at the other figure at the table. It had been a very happy accident that she and Alistair had been in the same relative part of Ferelden, considering how long it had been since they'd last been able to see each other. When the local Bann had somehow caught wind of this news, he'd cheerfully strong-armed the pair into an evening at his home, more than happy to repay some of the people who had saved his life.
It had seemed impolite to refuse him then, but now Robyn quite wishes they'd taken a firmer hand. ]
- Hm? Oh, yes. Very cold this time of year. [ Only semi-confident her answer had been at all related to what Oswyn had asked, she glanced again, covertly, to Alistair. How long had it been since they'd last had any time alone together? Though he, like her, currently wore the heavy armor and sigils of their order, she could see smaller changes in his face, his demeanor. A new scar here, a bit of stubble there. The weariness of searching for a cure for the darkspawn's taint. A comfortable confidence that hadn't been present during their earlier years.
Robyn smiled faintly. She was very much looking forward to liberating him from the armor and exploring at length what else might have changed since their last encounter. Maybe she could seize a gap in the Bann's stories, insist the Grey Wardens needed their beauty rest after a long day, and then... ]