Alistair didn't bother to unpack last night: getting to Cullen as quickly as possible took precedence. Emptying his bags will be the first order of business, then.
...Emptying his bags somewhere not their bedroom will be the first order of business, then, after he gets a whiff of their contents. (Swamps: excellent for ensuring no one will find you, your son, or your son's mother, but terrible for the state of your belongings.) He shoves the worst offenders outside to get a little bit of sunlight and clean air on them, in the hope the springs won't have to do quite as much work.
Armor next. Then -- well, if Dorian or Vivienne were still here, Alistair would sidle over to ask their opinions on what he should wear to Halamshiral. If the stakes weren't so high, he'd happily dress like every Dog Lord stereotype and commence the porridge-flinging. But they aren't here, and he doesn't want to embarrass Cullen in particular or the Inquisition in general, so...
no subject
...Emptying his bags somewhere not their bedroom will be the first order of business, then, after he gets a whiff of their contents. (Swamps: excellent for ensuring no one will find you, your son, or your son's mother, but terrible for the state of your belongings.) He shoves the worst offenders outside to get a little bit of sunlight and clean air on them, in the hope the springs won't have to do quite as much work.
Armor next. Then -- well, if Dorian or Vivienne were still here, Alistair would sidle over to ask their opinions on what he should wear to Halamshiral. If the stakes weren't so high, he'd happily dress like every Dog Lord stereotype and commence the porridge-flinging. But they aren't here, and he doesn't want to embarrass Cullen in particular or the Inquisition in general, so...
Oh, hey, maybe he'll go ask Josephine!