[ It isn't the first time a member of the Inquisition has squirreled themselves into a secluded corner of Skyhold, but it is the first time he hasn't been able to locate Lior. She has her favorite spots, and she hadn't been in any of them. Honestly, he tries not to worry as he asks around the courtyard if anyone has seen her. It's mere curiosity, not his tendency to mother hen his flock. That is, until one of the scouts insists that she'd left through the gates some time ago. No mention of an escort nor where she was going.
Worry sinks like a heavy stone into the pit of his stomach and it spurs him into action. Running through the courtyard, he yells for Dennet to ready his steed. There's not much time to run back to his quarters, but he needs to grab his staff, at least. It wouldn't do her any good if she were in trouble. His small travelling bag still has a potion and a few tonics. It will have to do. By the time he's out the castle and down the steps, Dennet is waiting with his hart. He's never been more glad for recruiting that man into the Inquisition.
Luthien kicks his heels, spurring the hart past the gates and into the wilderness. He has nothing more to go on than the direction the scout had seen her heading. It's enough. By foot, it would have taken here quite some time, so maybe he will be able to head her off before she gets into any real danger. ]
LIORILEY!
[ The noise undoubtedly calls some unsavory attention to himself, but the desire to find her outweighs his own safety. He doesn't know her exact direction, but there are enough signs for him to follow that he prays are hers. Luthien is not a man of belief, but Andraste pops into his head more often than his own gods. He doesn't know what he will do if she is harmed. ]
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Worry sinks like a heavy stone into the pit of his stomach and it spurs him into action. Running through the courtyard, he yells for Dennet to ready his steed. There's not much time to run back to his quarters, but he needs to grab his staff, at least. It wouldn't do her any good if she were in trouble. His small travelling bag still has a potion and a few tonics. It will have to do. By the time he's out the castle and down the steps, Dennet is waiting with his hart. He's never been more glad for recruiting that man into the Inquisition.
Luthien kicks his heels, spurring the hart past the gates and into the wilderness. He has nothing more to go on than the direction the scout had seen her heading. It's enough. By foot, it would have taken here quite some time, so maybe he will be able to head her off before she gets into any real danger. ]
LIORILEY!
[ The noise undoubtedly calls some unsavory attention to himself, but the desire to find her outweighs his own safety. He doesn't know her exact direction, but there are enough signs for him to follow that he prays are hers. Luthien is not a man of belief, but Andraste pops into his head more often than his own gods. He doesn't know what he will do if she is harmed. ]