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"Times is changed, Warren. You and me both know that, all ya' gots ta' do is look aroun' and you can see it ain' the same place anymore." The bottle in front of him drained, Kolin set the empty down and waved wordlessly for another one.
"...you left, didn't you?" The question was largely rhetorical; If he was sitting in the Quicksand having a drink with a childhood friend, Warren knew the answer. "I had you pegged for a lifer, Kol. What happened?"
"Could be askin' ye' the same thing, you know." There was a small look of incredibility from the Midlander as he received a new bottle of drink. His features belayed a brief window of vulnerability. "We all figgered ya'd end up runnin' ta catch up with us 'fore we got outta Thanalan. Ye never did."
"We weren't talking about me leaving, Kolin. Gods, that was years ago now. Lifetimes, even." The realization landed on the Highlander's shoulders all at once and he again let his mind wander over the years that had passed. Thinking about growing up felt like remembering someone else's life.
"Was it 'caus'a th' fight you an' Rowlin had?"
"We're not talking about this, Kol."
The casual tone of the conversation shifted. Kolin set his bottle down hard and was momentarily threatened by the sudden rise of foam his drink made in response. Without words, though, the question lingered between them.
"...it wasn't because of the fight. Rowlin had his points." Truthfully, the details of the argument were lost to the ages. The feelings behind them remained, but the words weren't important. "In the end I flipped a coin."
There was another long silence between them for a moment. Warren remembered the chill of the air that night, and how beautiful the sky had been. Back when the second moon was but a speck amongst the stars...
"...ye left the mos' importan' decision of yer life to a coin flip?"
"Times is changed, Warren. You and me both know that, all ya' gots ta' do is look aroun' and you can see it ain' the same place anymore." The bottle in front of him drained, Kolin set the empty down and waved wordlessly for another one.
"...you left, didn't you?" The question was largely rhetorical; If he was sitting in the Quicksand having a drink with a childhood friend, Warren knew the answer. "I had you pegged for a lifer, Kol. What happened?"
"Could be askin' ye' the same thing, you know." There was a small look of incredibility from the Midlander as he received a new bottle of drink. His features belayed a brief window of vulnerability. "We all figgered ya'd end up runnin' ta catch up with us 'fore we got outta Thanalan. Ye never did."
"We weren't talking about me leaving, Kolin. Gods, that was years ago now. Lifetimes, even." The realization landed on the Highlander's shoulders all at once and he again let his mind wander over the years that had passed. Thinking about growing up felt like remembering someone else's life.
"Was it 'caus'a th' fight you an' Rowlin had?"
"We're not talking about this, Kol."
The casual tone of the conversation shifted. Kolin set his bottle down hard and was momentarily threatened by the sudden rise of foam his drink made in response. Without words, though, the question lingered between them.
"...it wasn't because of the fight. Rowlin had his points." Truthfully, the details of the argument were lost to the ages. The feelings behind them remained, but the words weren't important. "In the end I flipped a coin."
There was another long silence between them for a moment. Warren remembered the chill of the air that night, and how beautiful the sky had been. Back when the second moon was but a speck amongst the stars...
"...ye left the mos' importan' decision of yer life to a coin flip?"
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