Past, Future, Present.With a clatter, the tankards hit the table for the doz enth time that evening and for Garrett Hawke, the last. It was the first time all of Hawkes friends had gathered together since before he had entered the blasted deep roads. An entire two months he had spent down there with Varric, Fenris and Bethany.
Varric had been watching him all evening, looking for some form of sadness in him, Garrett suspected. It may have had something to do with the fact that it had already been a week since there return and since
And he was yet to understand when his grieving was too begin.
"Not for me my hairy friend, I think I'm to head home for the evening."
As he got up from the table he wobbled slightly. Steadying himself on the nearby wall, he began to walk out of the hanged man and start his journey back to the hovel he called home. Yet home was not where he had found himself a hour later. There he sat, alone, on a rock just outside Kirkwall.
Go right through for MSU,
Watch the points keep growing,
Spartan teams are bound to win,
They're fighting with a vim!
Rah! Rah! Rah!
See their team is weakening,
We're going to win this game,
Fight! Fight! Rah! Team, Fight!
Victory for MSU!
BIG TEN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!
ROSEBOWL: STANFORD VS. MICHIGAN STATE UNIVERSITY