Eveline walked the streets of Lowtown with the same confident stride she always had. The Inquisition's presence in the city had made the city ripe with commotion, and she had extra patrols roaming the streets just to be sure any roughhousing could be dealt with quickly. She had clawed tooth and nail to get this city functioning again, and she wasn't about to see it fall apart now. She clenched her jaw, and then rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, scanning the area.
She wasn't exceedingly fond of the snow or cold, but she would never ask the men and women under her command to endure anything she would not ask of herself. So, here she was, out in the sodding cold. She could see her breath, and heard the crunch of snow beneath her boots as she walked. It had started to snow lightly. Big puffy flakes that flittered down from the sky rather than fell. It was rather beautiful, she had to admit. The stars poked through the clouds, and there was a stillness in the air that never really happened in Kirkwall. So far it seemed quiet, but the night was still young, and trouble usually ebbed out of the city walls around this time.
Aveline Vallen: Guard Captain just trying to keep this shit hole together...again
Eveline walked the streets of Lowtown with the same confident stride she always had. The Inquisition's presence in the city had made the city ripe with commotion, and she had extra patrols roaming the streets just to be sure any roughhousing could be dealt with quickly. She had clawed tooth and nail to get this city functioning again, and she wasn't about to see it fall apart now. She clenched her jaw, and then rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, scanning the area.
She wasn't exceedingly fond of the snow or cold, but she would never ask the men and women under her command to endure anything she would not ask of herself. So, here she was, out in the sodding cold. She could see her breath, and heard the crunch of snow beneath her boots as she walked. It had started to snow lightly. Big puffy flakes that flittered down from the sky rather than fell. It was rather beautiful, she had to admit. The stars poked through the clouds, and there was a stillness in the air that never really happened in Kirkwall. So far it seemed quiet, but the night was still young, and trouble usually ebbed out of the city walls around this time.
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