Well, that... could have gone worse, I suppose.

I didn't get stabbed or maimed, and by the end the guest list had more than doubled, so there's that.  Andraste, Woodruff, and maybe Scarmane, if his enthusiasm for free drinks was any indication.  Elynne was quietly supportive, which is unsurprising given her... situation, but it was certainly ( Read more... )

She remembered.

Ceirin was waiting for me when I arrived at our chosen location last night.  I was uncertain of how to approach her, as I didn't know what she would remember of me.

My fears were unfounded.  It seems that for whatever reason, her memories of me were relatively untouched by the process she went through.  I will not question such ( Read more... )

( Lots of stuff again! )

I admit it.  I'm disappointed.

I had hoped that Miss Ivygrove would judge me by my competence, by my dependability, by my dedication to her organization and the people in it.  Instead, it would appear that she's suspicious of me because I "seem creepy."  I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do about that - I cannot control her perceptions.  If I cannot ( Read more... )

I spent the day yesterday at the city library, looking into public records.  Didn't find any mention of the Tavern Lines in the business registry or any documents that match the mercenary jobs we've been involved with, though I'm not terribly surprised.  Miss Ivygrove has always been rather quiet about the group, stands to reason that she wouldn't ( Read more... )

Gilnean Brandy.  I didn't think I'd see another bottle of that black-label water of life this side of the restoration of the Gilnean nation!  And then Essenberg just happens to mention during our exchange that he's got a source, cached from before the invasion...

A taste of heaven.  I opened the bottle with Zhuria and Scarmane - no sense in wasting ( Read more... )