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[stonefaith]

Date & Time: 12/22, early morning
Location: Koltira's cabin, at the lake
Characters: Koltira Deathweaver (deadelfwalking), Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith)
Summary: HEY MAN, WHAT WAS UP WITH ALL THE YELLING??? also thanks for saving my sorry princess butt, i guess
Warnings: N/A

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[ A week had passed by. The undead seemed to be gone from the streets, Martin was doing all right, Bariyan's apartment was now completely cleared of alcohol.... Bariyan's spine had long since healed over, too.

So it seemed prudent to walk his damn self right back to the man who'd broken it.

He slips the medallion back underneath his shirt as he approaches the cabin, then shoves both hands deep into his pockets. He approaches with, well, a little trepidation. He's not afraid of Koltira. He's afraid of what's happened to Koltira. The man had set off after Arthas, after all, and Bariyan hasn't heard from him since. He doesn't think Koltira's dead. He's sure someone would've said something about that. But still.

Bariyan takes the steps up to the door -- tries not to think about the fact that last time he'd been here, Koltira had dragged him up these steps -- and knocks on the door. ]

Hey. I know you're in there.

[ No, he doesn't. ]

Comments

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira has hardly left the cabin since freeing Jaina Proudmoore and dealing with Arthas. And everything else before that. He has sequestered himself, purposefully: his tablet is on, but he's barely glanced at it, and he has not sought out anyone's company in the city or otherwise. He knows it will take Arthas some time to recover from the damage dealt to him, and until then, Koltira has little plans to do anything but sit exactly where he is, right at this (newly repaired) table, and drink.

That is, in fact, what he's doing when Bariyan knocks. He replies gruffly, frowning at his bottle. He does not move to stand and let his visitor in.]

Of course I am. I live here.