[ Bariyan had dropped by the room several times before, already, always when no one else was home -- or when Martin wasn't answering. So his visits had tailed off. But he is getting desperate, now, and he supposes he ought to give it another shot. He is not expecting anything different this time around.
He throws his expectations out when he approaches and sees the door already open.
He half-steps into the door, holding onto the frame, staring at the scene before him. Alistair, sword drawn. Anora....
The hole in her shoulder. Bariyan had seen a similar injury, just weeks ago. Oh, gods, oh no.... ]
Is he still here?
[ Bariyan strides in, uninvited, sweeping past to check the rest of the apartment. ]
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He throws his expectations out when he approaches and sees the door already open.
He half-steps into the door, holding onto the frame, staring at the scene before him. Alistair, sword drawn. Anora....
The hole in her shoulder. Bariyan had seen a similar injury, just weeks ago. Oh, gods, oh no.... ]
Is he still here?
[ Bariyan strides in, uninvited, sweeping past to check the rest of the apartment. ]