Snippet #1447950

Bruce didn’t answer when Ser Sev asked if they were to break camp early. His opinion wouldn’t make a difference, and at the moment, he didn’t feel like being heard or noticed. Too much had happened for Bruce to comprehend and he was fighting to make sense of it all.

Back in Denerim everything had gone from being peaceful to downright chaotic. The sudden assassination against Loghain had come like a chock for everyone and Bruce, of all people, were pulled along with the many nobles and soon found himself in the middle of the streets, not knowing where the rest of the party members were. Through his old apostate instincts brought him to the gates of Denerim where he intercepted the party and joined them. That was when hell had broke out.

Bruce and Blodwyn had found themselves arguing a lot more than what was usual and many of the arguments were still frustrating Bruce, haunting his mind and his sanity within his darkest dreams. Valen’s brought much joy to Bruce however Blysse’s transformation to the abomination shocked Bruce’s sanity and his sense of security.

Bruce sat down on the ground and took a while to stare into space, thinking over the past and then he glanced over at his bag and gave himself a small smirk. During his so-called escape from the ball he had managed to snatch a bottle of lovely Rose Wine, one of the higher valued wine brands that existed within Ferelden, and well…This occasion sort of deserved to be celebrated privately.
Bruce then fetched the bottle, opened it and then looked around himself, the majority of the members seemed to be busy with one thing or the other so Bruce thought that no one would mind if he went a bit off from the group and enjoyed himself. Sitting a few paces off from the center of all the action, Bruce uncorked the bottle and sniffed to it. Heaven, Bruce thought at first, and then he took the first sip of the wine and he tasted a piece of life itself. The wine was wonderful and Bruce guessed that it would be but a portion of what it would be like to taste the 150 year old wine bottle that he had in his bag.

Time seemed to…Disappear. The more Bruce drank the more numb his skin became and the less his surroundings mattered. Was it day? Night? Did it matter anymore? Bruce was slowly ending the bottle of wine, shutting out everything save for the lovely taste of wine.
Bruce didn’t realize that his eyes were shut, he simply raised the bottle, drank half a mouthful, waited five minutes and then the next bit went down. The thoughts of Blodwyn, Blysse and Valen were all gone, all that mattered now was the wine. Simple, lovely wine.