[The camping place was perfect. Dry, high ground, good view all around it to avoid ambushes. Too bad it was already occupied by someone.
A very shaggy, bearded and long-haired man sat near a small fire he had built, a simple bedroll nearby. Tattered black robes with feathered shoulders and a staff next to him was a telltale sign that it was yet another apostate.
He doesn't seem willing to fight or cause trouble, however, looking so weary and tired that it was a miracle he was even sitting up straight. Dark circles were almost like bruising under his sunken-in and very vibrantly blue eyes with vague specks of honey.
In his lap was a very pregnant brown tabby cat, purring loudly under his gentle touch.
Things had not exactly been easy after Anders was chased away from the rebel mages, disappearing into obscurity. AKA the Hinterlands.]
'Karl' (Anders) | DA | 2
A very shaggy, bearded and long-haired man sat near a small fire he had built, a simple bedroll nearby. Tattered black robes with feathered shoulders and a staff next to him was a telltale sign that it was yet another apostate.
He doesn't seem willing to fight or cause trouble, however, looking so weary and tired that it was a miracle he was even sitting up straight. Dark circles were almost like bruising under his sunken-in and very vibrantly blue eyes with vague specks of honey.
In his lap was a very pregnant brown tabby cat, purring loudly under his gentle touch.
Things had not exactly been easy after Anders was chased away from the rebel mages, disappearing into obscurity. AKA the Hinterlands.]