Alistair works a loop around Skyhold at a steady pace. From the courtyard, it's on to the stables; to the kitchens; to the garden; to the great hall and the undercroft.
(Also to the springs, because, look, it's very important he be thorough about this survey. That particular sketch has a single nug luxuriating in a steamy pool of water, a look of total bliss on its face, and the caption, THE DOUBLE COMMANDER SAYS: THE SPRINGS PASS INSPECTION!)
He wanders to Herald's Rest just before midafternoon. Bull's quite pleased to see him in one piece, and demands the full details of his time in the Basin over a drink or two; that draws things out another hour or so (and gets a sketch of an oversized nug with an eyepatch and a very impressive set of ears). After that...
Well. He's at a bit of a loss after that.
To the library once more, then. Alistair has every intention of returning the quill and maybe going back to the springs, or saying hello to Leliana, or seeing if Varric's got any new stories in the works, or -- something that will squash the impulse to find Cullen. Anything. But as he circles the rotunda, idly skimming the book titles, he finds his steps slowing. His mind wandering.
A mage and an elf, the soldiers said. An elf Inquisitor. Kenric.
Didn't Cullen have a book about Inquisitor Ameridan once upon a time?
He drifts into one of the alcoves, and begins to skim the titles with far more intent.
The good thing about doing research? If it's not the boring sort, it can keep you occupied for hours before you realize it.
Well after sundown, Alistair's still hunched over a pair of books in one of the library alcoves.
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(Also to the springs, because, look, it's very important he be thorough about this survey. That particular sketch has a single nug luxuriating in a steamy pool of water, a look of total bliss on its face, and the caption, THE DOUBLE COMMANDER SAYS: THE SPRINGS PASS INSPECTION!)
He wanders to Herald's Rest just before midafternoon. Bull's quite pleased to see him in one piece, and demands the full details of his time in the Basin over a drink or two; that draws things out another hour or so (and gets a sketch of an oversized nug with an eyepatch and a very impressive set of ears). After that...
Well. He's at a bit of a loss after that.
To the library once more, then. Alistair has every intention of returning the quill and maybe going back to the springs, or saying hello to Leliana, or seeing if Varric's got any new stories in the works, or -- something that will squash the impulse to find Cullen. Anything. But as he circles the rotunda, idly skimming the book titles, he finds his steps slowing. His mind wandering.
A mage and an elf, the soldiers said. An elf Inquisitor. Kenric.
Didn't Cullen have a book about Inquisitor Ameridan once upon a time?
He drifts into one of the alcoves, and begins to skim the titles with far more intent.
The good thing about doing research? If it's not the boring sort, it can keep you occupied for hours before you realize it.
Well after sundown, Alistair's still hunched over a pair of books in one of the library alcoves.