[ He rolls his eyes and closes the door after Alistair, motioning to the far end where there is space enough for his bed and his gear. Dotted around his side are potions and poultices, trinkets from his travels, gifts from Alistair and a few others, venom and oils, and most importantly for the moment? Ink. Once he has locked up afterward he settles in where he'd been sitting, shrugging off the shirt to prick black ink back into being along his many tattoos. ]
One day I will have a proper shelf in here, but for now? This will have to do.
maybe a little >->
[ He rolls his eyes and closes the door after Alistair, motioning to the far end where there is space enough for his bed and his gear. Dotted around his side are potions and poultices, trinkets from his travels, gifts from Alistair and a few others, venom and oils, and most importantly for the moment? Ink. Once he has locked up afterward he settles in where he'd been sitting, shrugging off the shirt to prick black ink back into being along his many tattoos. ]
One day I will have a proper shelf in here, but for now? This will have to do.