not_every_mage | Entries tagged with greagoir

The trip from the spot in the Hinterlands where the portal had deposited them to Kinloch Hold had been longer than Anders would have thought, and surprisingly rough. The roughness, at least, seemed to have been intentional on the part of the Templars -- whatever Cassandra had told them out of Anders' hearing, it seemed to have scared any bit of human compassion out of them.

Then again, maybe that was just what Templars were like. Anders was suddenly very aware that he'd had plenty of time to forget.

There was a bit of a fuss at the Circle; apparently he'd been assumed dead, and having him back in one piece was causing all kinds of havoc to the Circle's record-keeping. Finally, though, one of the Tranquil housekeepers had given him a platter of bread and cold meat and shut him into a disused storage room. So he sat there on a sheet-covered barrel, nibbling on greasy sandwiches and wondering what was to become of him.

"Somehow," he told the very patient Lachlan, "I don't think they're making me wait so they can organize a welcome home party."

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