Searching
"Maker's breath, what is taking him so long?"
Alistair grumbled as he pushed the door open, the hood over his head blocking his vision from seeing exactly where he was entering. All he cared about was getting out of the rain and into the warm inn, find his friend and then drag him out again by the hair if he had to.
As soon as he pushed the hood away from his head though, shaking it to get the water out of the short, golden and red hair, the templar just ended up staring, mouth open and hand frozen against his head, the hood's edge still clutched in his hand.
This definitely was no bar he was familiar with, not that he had been to that many... It was too... Nice to be one of the few Ferelden bars he'd ever been in, what with the cozy light, the warmth and the plain size of the place. And there was no brawls in here either, at least not that Alistair could see. It was actually quite cozy-looking.
Alistair's templar sense was already tingling, alerting him that this was not anywhere that was familiar.
"Talae," he whimpered, closing his eyes as he shook his head in denial, willing himself to be out of here, one hand already on the knob. "Wherever you are, please come and save me."
tiny!tag: Alistair Theirin
Alistair grumbled as he pushed the door open, the hood over his head blocking his vision from seeing exactly where he was entering. All he cared about was getting out of the rain and into the warm inn, find his friend and then drag him out again by the hair if he had to.
As soon as he pushed the hood away from his head though, shaking it to get the water out of the short, golden and red hair, the templar just ended up staring, mouth open and hand frozen against his head, the hood's edge still clutched in his hand.
This definitely was no bar he was familiar with, not that he had been to that many... It was too... Nice to be one of the few Ferelden bars he'd ever been in, what with the cozy light, the warmth and the plain size of the place. And there was no brawls in here either, at least not that Alistair could see. It was actually quite cozy-looking.
Alistair's templar sense was already tingling, alerting him that this was not anywhere that was familiar.
"Talae," he whimpered, closing his eyes as he shook his head in denial, willing himself to be out of here, one hand already on the knob. "Wherever you are, please come and save me."
tiny!tag: Alistair Theirin