[ And bringing up the awkward rear is Carver. Though, that's not really anything new. This isn't something he even wanted to do, and contemplated just ignoring the letter. Part of him doesn't even want to deal with anyone from home because it's been nothing but heartbreaking, so distance is what he really wants. But, as usual, his own wants are left unnoticed. He spends too long in his room staring at the letter as if the words on the page might become sentient at any moment and strangle him to death.
They don't, of course, and he winds up on his way up to the rooftop. Did they have to meet at sunset? That's ominous. He wonders if some foul deed is afoot and if he should've worn his armor and brought his sword. As he stands at the bottom of the stairs leading up, he contemplates going back to do just that. Which is when he realizes he's really procrastinating and just sighs so heavily before trudging up like he's going to his own hanging.
He clears the landing and sees them all—familiar for various reasons—though his gaze lingers on Anders with thinly veiled anger and heated annoyance. After the introduction to this place that he's had, Carver actually has learned a small thing or two. Even though he's apparently older, Alistair is his commanding officer and he will try very hard to not give cause for grievance.
Which means this is literally one of the hardest things he's had to do in his life. Clearly.
Nearing them, he clears his throat and stays on the opposite side from where Anders is so he doesn't inadvertently cause any trouble yet. ]
All right, I'm here— [ there's a tiny, muffled bark from behind him and a furry little face pops up over his shoulder, barely clearing it; he had no idea with to do with her and felt guilty leaving her behind. So, in the hood of his sweater she went, ] So's Bethy. What's this all about then?
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They don't, of course, and he winds up on his way up to the rooftop. Did they have to meet at sunset? That's ominous. He wonders if some foul deed is afoot and if he should've worn his armor and brought his sword. As he stands at the bottom of the stairs leading up, he contemplates going back to do just that. Which is when he realizes he's really procrastinating and just sighs so heavily before trudging up like he's going to his own hanging.
He clears the landing and sees them all—familiar for various reasons—though his gaze lingers on Anders with thinly veiled anger and heated annoyance. After the introduction to this place that he's had, Carver actually has learned a small thing or two. Even though he's apparently older, Alistair is his commanding officer and he will try very hard to not give cause for grievance.
Which means this is literally one of the hardest things he's had to do in his life. Clearly.
Nearing them, he clears his throat and stays on the opposite side from where Anders is so he doesn't inadvertently cause any trouble yet. ]
All right, I'm here— [ there's a tiny, muffled bark from behind him and a furry little face pops up over his shoulder, barely clearing it; he had no idea with to do with her and felt guilty leaving her behind. So, in the hood of his sweater she went, ] So's Bethy. What's this all about then?