[ It was a once-homeland forgotten by circumstance. The smell of spices in the warm air is as foreign as it is familiar; not familiar enough to feel welcome, or at ease.
Though ease was a feeling entirely forgotten by someone like Daud, the Knife of Kirkwall.
A curt nod (thankful), and a steady inhale, before puffing out the smoke. ] He did.
Likes listening to the sound of his own voice, I think. [ Or maybe he also has a strange affinity to annoying those he sees fit enough to pull him out of a boredom fueled by an endless existence. Who knows. Daud didn't, and he didn't care to.
He'd like to think him and the Bastard were finished, but the mark was still branded on his hand. Meant something didn't it.
After another moment. ] You picked a decent place to disappear.
she was one scary lady; i stealthed my way through her entire house sobbing
Though ease was a feeling entirely forgotten by someone like Daud, the Knife of Kirkwall.
A curt nod (thankful), and a steady inhale, before puffing out the smoke. ] He did.
Likes listening to the sound of his own voice, I think. [ Or maybe he also has a strange affinity to annoying those he sees fit enough to pull him out of a boredom fueled by an endless existence. Who knows. Daud didn't, and he didn't care to.
He'd like to think him and the Bastard were finished, but the mark was still branded on his hand. Meant something didn't it.
After another moment. ] You picked a decent place to disappear.