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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3322843" data-attributes="member: 36973">I'm going to kill Bane for this.It was cold. Biting cold. Colder than cold. It was never this cold in Morrus. That's what Coldan told himself anyway. It was cold, he was hungry, and his mouth tasted like ashes."It'll do you good to have something to do. Even better, its the right thing to do."Dorian Bane knew all the right things to say, all right. He'd had enough drinks with the smiling rogue that the rapscallion was able to pierce under the thick skin Coldan used to bury his anger. Normally, he would have been drinking alone, though that elf Blanders or that even more sullen Marsh boy would often share the same bottled companionship, but somehow Bane had found him. Found him and forced himself to open up by dredging up all those things he missed about Morrus. His honor. His valor.His ability to do something right.Life in Gate Pass wasn't horrible. But it was just the motions. He doubted the higher ups trusted in the Pass militia him. He was sure they were just using him. And now, with Ragasia on the march, he wondered how long it was going to be before they turned him over. "We've got what we needed from you, Ciandra. Off to the Inquisitors with you." He was waiting for Sergeant Tallows to say those words every day.That is what made Bane's words so insidious. If you do nothing, they'll just get you again. You know how corrupt they are. They have nothing---no honor, no value for life. They get in Gate Pass, and who knows what will happen. Bane knew well enough that Coldan knew. Knew too well.So, he found himself freezing to death in the middle of the night before an abandoned inn on the urging of a man with a less than casual relationship with the truth. He rubbed his hands together, and once again wished for a drink.I'm going to regret this.With that, he made his way to the alleyway entrance.</blockquote>

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