The-Bards-College

She had been watching them for quite some time. From the moment Molly and Zevran walked out of the eluvian, a bird perched quietly on the conveniently placed tree. From that vantage point she watched the show unfold. She saw the confessions, recriminations, and tears; and the epic kick followed by an uncomfortable silence as the two of them laid out their bedrolls; their backs turned from each other. It was only then, after their silent tears had been spent, that she flew down from her perch and put them both to sleep properly. Much of the night had past and, now in the pre-dawn hour, she watched as the Crow got up to relieve himself. She waited until he had finished and approached. “That little scene was better than most plays I’ve had the misfortune of attending. Should you both grow tired of fighting darkspawn, I can see a future for you on the road.” “Hello,” Zevran answered tentatively, placing his hand on his dagger as he turned to face an older, yet attractive woman with white

The portal opened into the ruin. Two months ago, when Molly first saw this place, she had an almost overwhelming urge to explore the oddly domed building. But sadly, as was often the case, her imagination was far more satisfying than the reality. Glass from the vaulted ceiling was scattered all over the ground. And as evening had already fallen, the walls and torn tapestries were only illuminated by the soft, silvery glow that the moonlight provided. Walking past the eluvian, Molly noticed a doorway leading to the outside of the structure. There, stood a large oak tree, with a small, circular bench at its base. Funny, I never noticed that before, she thought, before turning to Zevran. “You know, I think we should stay out here.” “It’s rather lovely, know?” he said, planting his bag on the bench. “In any case, it is a good place to rest…and perhaps, a good place to die.” Molly opened her mouth to say something, but no, she could not offer him any honest reassurances or pretty lies.