Distractions Iron Bull puts his hand on your shoulder, something you don’t quite understand until you come around the corner of a divider and see Krem. When you jolt, Iron Bull’s hand holds you steady, and when your legs go weak, it shifts to your back to keep you from falling. He looks bad. Krem’s bandaged from collarbone to just above his navel, but what really bothers you is the sunken look of his eyes,…
Where’s Krem? “Bull? Where’s Krem?” You don’t like the way none of them are meeting your eye, or the way they’ve all stopped smiling. “Skinner?” you ask, your voice raising an octave. “Don’t mess around, where is he?” “Krem… got hurt pretty bad,” Bull says with a sigh. “He’ll make it, but… Well, let’s just say he won’t be showing up to morning training any time soon.” “Where is he?” you demand, eyes falling to…
I GOT A JOB Y’ALL! It’s part time but should pay enough to pay the bills, which leaves me with three days a week to do other stuff. Unexpectly, it’s social work. It’s kind of a weird story but I interviewed for a driver position and they wound up giving me an assistant social worker position instead due to my English major and experience with social benefits paperwork (due to… being on… social benefits…). It’s…
Homecoming You watch from the battlements until the progression is out of sight, sulking the same way you had when Solas and Cole left for Crestwood. This time, however, there’s no Iron Bull to come harass you and snap you out of your depressed fugue, so you have to pull yourself out of it. It’s too early to head into the rotunda just yet, but you don’t feel like eating breakfast. You wind up just…