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Today was one of the rare, slow days that was afforded the members of the Inquisition. It wasn't often that Elas was given free time, with all his Inquisitorial duties, but Cole was glad that when he got the chance, he typically elected to join him up in his spot in the rafters.
Right now, they were sitting near the third story's railing, Cole sitting cross legged beside Elas as he dangled his skinny legs over the edge through the bars. Their conversation was casual, but Cole was listening closely for any sign of distress from Elas, anything he could try to heal. He knew that bearing the weight of the Inquisition, making it something real, wore heavily on the elf, and he hoped more than anything that his company was a help to him, especially after everything Elas had done for him.
"I like rats," he says, idly, watching as one scuttles across the floor into a hole in the wall, "They only take as much as they need."
Right now, they were sitting near the third story's railing, Cole sitting cross legged beside Elas as he dangled his skinny legs over the edge through the bars. Their conversation was casual, but Cole was listening closely for any sign of distress from Elas, anything he could try to heal. He knew that bearing the weight of the Inquisition, making it something real, wore heavily on the elf, and he hoped more than anything that his company was a help to him, especially after everything Elas had done for him.
"I like rats," he says, idly, watching as one scuttles across the floor into a hole in the wall, "They only take as much as they need."
