Buuuuut he's busy with a bottle of Antivan wine at the moment. Yup. Much better than having his breeches set on fire. x.com/apostatedwitch…

"Eeeexcuse you, I am a Grey Warden." Alistair narrowed his eyes as he took yet another sip from the wine. x.com/apostatedwitch…

Will most likely send a gift basket full of assorted fruits and sweets to ×ŴƗŦĆĦ Ø₣ ŦĦ€ ŴƗŁĐŞ× as apologies for disappearing. Maybe some wine too

“Maker’s breath, I’ve been away for too long.”

||:Cullen Rutherford is the literal embodiment of a Templar trying to make up for the mistakes he made.

Yawns just as loud. Maybe /louder/. x.com/shewieldsmagic…

How her yawn didn’t turn into a squeak, he will never know. “I bow to the mastery of your yawn, Amell.” x.com/shewieldsmagic…

"Maker, I was wondering when she would show up."

“Dare I ask where you look then?” x.com/fereldanherois…

“I...” Is that a faint blush to his cheeks? Perhaps. “...you may.” x.com/fereldanherois…

Cue the shuffling as he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m full of surprises.” And the small chuckle comes soon after. x.com/fereldanherois…

“Maaaaaybe.” He didn’t know how he survived this long without her.

Alistair may have glanced back at the two rogues with a slight smirk on his lips as he gladly followed the mage into her tent. x.com/fereldanherois…

“Where to look a Gift-Warden at?” He simply plops down in front of her with that grin of his. x.com/fereldanherois…

"WHY AM I AWAKE?" Seriously, Alistair. Why /are/ you awake?

"Wнeɴ Dυɴcαɴ dιed... ...ѕнe wαѕ тнe oɴly тнιɴɢ тнαт нeld мe тoɢeтнer." Aмell х Alιѕтαιr {@FereldanHeroism}

"I...am still alive...I think." Wait. He's checking for a pulse.

< was planned the moment the two visited Denerim. Albeit at the moment now, he did have an extra special gift for Ciri before the two would delve deeper into the capital. A bottle of Nevarran wine imported straight from Hunter Fell. {@FereldanHeroism}