Office #11, Wednesday
Duncan was having an adventurous time of it, that had become clear from his letters. Today, Alistair had received a shield with the heraldry of Redcliffe on the front. Alistair had decided, after much consideration, to hang it off the wall of his office. The process had put him in a contemplative mood, though.
He was sitting behind the desk in his office staring at it. He missed Arl Eamon, sometimes, even if he hadn't really seen him since he was ten years old. The shield was... bringing back some memories.
He sighed, and then got distracted by his twisty chair.
[[ open! and the door too! ]]
He was sitting behind the desk in his office staring at it. He missed Arl Eamon, sometimes, even if he hadn't really seen him since he was ten years old. The shield was... bringing back some memories.
He sighed, and then got distracted by his twisty chair.
[[ open! and the door too! ]]