Your heart's light. Something you didn't expect. Not to this degree. You've been aware of how much your triumph over the goblins would mean to the people. Especially the tieflings. But to be here and to see it with your own two eyes - your heart's as light as a feather.

Or maybe it's the mead.

You place your lips to your cup when you notice someone tall moving through a group of tieflings. Halsin. He has arrived.
You were eager for his arrival. Hoping that he'd join you for your celebrations. In parts because you've talked to your companions and agreed on asking Halsin about his studies. After all there's still this tadpole problem. One that didn't get solved with ending the goblins reign over the territory.
But in other parts it's something entirely else that made you hope he'd make an appearance. Something about him.

You empty your cup of mead before placing it on a table. Walking over to him while outmaneuvering a pair of drunk tieflings almost crashing into you. A sorry smile on your lips that turns into a friendly one once you're in front of him.

The camp's fuller than usual. And so is your heart. You can't quite say what it is that makes you feel - <i>good</i>. But it's there. It's rich. it's all consuming. Is this what being a good person is like? Is this how you're supposed to feel? Instead of burdened by guilt. Self-hatred taking in your every second of the day, consuming you all together until there's nothing left but a miserable piece of shit.

Maybe your existence isn't a bad - oh, who are you trying to kid here?

While everyone's enjoying themselves you've decided to stay holed up in your space. Sitting on a bit of fabric with a bottle of wine in your hand that tastes bitter like vinegar but does what it's supposed to. You think. Maybe it's not the alcohol that makes you feel so warm and cozy inside. Maybe it's all the laughter. Maybe it's bright smiles and an endless see of horned heads. Maybe - no, no, it's the alcohol for sure.

You can sense her come closer. Not lifting your head just yet. Taking another sip. Only looking at her when you've swallowed the vile fluid down.

(snatching away a dagger that is very shiny, very golden, and even more important: has a stone carved into the grip that seems <i>very</i> expensive) (you are aware that Astarion is standing there, just as interested in everything around you all - so many things to sell, so many things to keep, so many things that keep reminding you of your travels the past years (something you two do seem to have in common; the need to grab anything that seems worth a look <s>anything beautiful</s>)) (you look at the dagger, though, and not at him, like you are trying to study the worth of it)

That was <i>awesome</i>. (you can still feel your blood running through your veins - pumping, even, so fast and so hard, engined by your mechanical heart inside your chest from all the adrenaline, the <i>fun</i> you have had) (strangely enough, really, because you just killed a bunch of goblin but, hey - they were bad people, weren't they?) (you turn around, towards Zenisse, arms wide open <s>and still not being able to touch anyone, not her</s>) You're bleeding. (looking at her forehead, a scratch on it, blood everywhere on everybody <s>but you only have eyes for her</s>)

(there is blood and sweat everywhere, anywhere, on everybody, not only yourself; there are wounds and scratches and bruises, some more, some less, and you would like nothing more to tend to their wounds, all of them, one after another - but there is something else you need to do, somewhere else you need to be; and most of them seem more than capable to handle themselves) (first, though, you need to thank them - or her, the least you can do) Thank you. For helping with those goblin leaders.

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