Dragon Age Into the Deep: Part One - Dinner Darren laid his sword and shield on the grass inside of his tent. After removing his plate as well he sat down next to his gear, leaning his head back on the tree he had set his tent up next to.More Like This
The flaps of his tent were open to let moonlight cut through the darkness and smoke in the sky. He could see the evidence of the cooking fire being lit through the smoke and dull smell of boiling beans. It was Alistair's turn to cook, again. It was also Sten and Darren's turn to take watch. They had really silently volunteered.
Beyond the stench of smoke were bitterness, fear, and disappointment. Beyond the tree Darren was leaning against was the camp of the group of people he had spent the last year with. Beyond that tree a group of people who no longer trusted him discussed the events of the day.
Zevran let out an exce
Dragon Age Into the Deep: Part Two - WeightThe smile that had managed to creep up on Darren’s lips faded nearly the instant he walked into camp. An overwhelming sense of anger and distraught overtook every other sensation. On a normal night in camp someone would be talking, cooking, cleaning, or doing something notable. No one was doing anything of the sort tonight.More Like This
Zevran sat on a stump near the edge of the campfire, tying his boots in an abstract pattern with a tired expression on his face.
Alistair sat on the ground not too far away from Zevran, reading a dull book entitled “Denerim Cheese Heist.
To the right of the cooking fire was Leliana, laying down on her mat and petting Schmooples.
Behind her were Alistair, Zevran, and Wynne’s tents. Wynne generally liked to sit in front of her tent and do what Alistair referred to as “magey things,” but she insisted tonight on brushing Dun’s fur.
A good walk away from the fire laid Morrigan