>>6108984The lively atmosphere around you is almost pleasant. There’s enough chatter to mask anything you, Alyssa, or the Inquisitor say to each other under the volume of voices, but seeing neither of them doesn’t seem to hold conversing in high regard, there’s not much to say. The tea is decent, though, not exceptional or even really all that good, but it’s the small mercies that count. After all, it’s already been an hour since Marie entered the boat, and nothing has even happened except for a few other obvious Strangers showing up and being escorted by a cloaked figure like Marie was.
The Inquisitor told you to wait as long as Marie needs, and while you have the utmost faith in her, the waiting is undoubtedly an affair in restraint. There’s been no obvious sign of anything going wrong or Marie requiring help, so you’ve just had to sit here on the cobble patio overlooking the beautiful summer day and wait. Your knee hasn’t stopped shaking in the past five minutes.
“So,” Immediately, your voice trails off, for you have quite literally no idea how to start a conversation with the Inquisitor or what you want to talk about, “How did you join the Inquisition?” Your voice comes out at an embarrassing high note at the end, dammit.
“I was a promising squire to a royal guard and got poached,” and just like that, the conversation ends. Your mace, Bedelia, would make for a better conversational partner.
“I see, uuh, do you like it?”
He gives a shallow nod, “It’s a job. Enough to support my family.”
“You have a family?”
A small smile, “A wife and daughter,” And once again, the conversation dies there. For some self-explanatory reason, you feel Alyssa isn’t going to make for a great discussion partner, so it seems you’re confined to this waiting for now.
“That’s nice,” Is all you say before smushing your cheek against the palm of your hand and staring out over the river. You hope things are going better for Marie, at least
