You can't just anchor yourself to others, Warren.
It took a long moment for the laughter to subside. Twice Kolin seemed to be over it before a giggle fit would overtake him again and Warren waited out the development by staring into his refreshed drink.
"You ain't ever been one to just... risk things, Warren!" Kolin choked out the sentence as the humor finally slipped out of him. "What the hells made you put a decision like that on a bleedin' coin flip?!"
Warren shrugged a little. "Had a gut feeling? Didn't feel like my decision at all."
"Yeah, yeah. Divine innerven'on an' all that rot." The midlander shook his head and took another long drink. "An' whaddid ya get fer yer faith in the Twelve, Warren?"
Kolin's tone had changed a touch - Warren couldn't be sure if he was imagining the derision or if he was being leered at by someone who stayed on with the caravan for a few more seasons. "I've made a life here, Kol. I've got a home. Got a solid career. Fell in love a couple of times. I don't have any regrets about deciding to leave."
"Oh, ya think bein' Arbiter means sumthin' to the ressa' the worl'?" There wasn't any mistaking it at that; Kolin's temper had reached a boiling point and was no doubt spurred on by the potent ale the Quicksand peddled. "Gone like a thief inna' night wifout even tellin' nobody."
"Look, Kolin... It was spur of the moment, alright? You were there to here those fights. Things were changing and it was either him or me and you know that. Leaving without making a big deal was the best option."
"Don't preach at me, Warren!" There came a pause. Kolin stood up from his seat, swayed once, then shook his head. "Look, ferget it. M'glad that life turned out so grand fer ya after ya ran away. M'sure people think yer real great for stannin' up agains' what ye knew was the wrong choice."
"Kolin..." The highlander looked towards the other hyur but was met by his back as the man turned to walk away, in the direction of the Hourglass' entrance. The tipsy midlander didn't pause or offer a reply, but he didn't need to. The few words he'd spoken in anger or hurt or frustration left Warren with a wealth of questions and decisions to examine.
It took a long moment for the laughter to subside. Twice Kolin seemed to be over it before a giggle fit would overtake him again and Warren waited out the development by staring into his refreshed drink.
"You ain't ever been one to just... risk things, Warren!" Kolin choked out the sentence as the humor finally slipped out of him. "What the hells made you put a decision like that on a bleedin' coin flip?!"
Warren shrugged a little. "Had a gut feeling? Didn't feel like my decision at all."
"Yeah, yeah. Divine innerven'on an' all that rot." The midlander shook his head and took another long drink. "An' whaddid ya get fer yer faith in the Twelve, Warren?"
Kolin's tone had changed a touch - Warren couldn't be sure if he was imagining the derision or if he was being leered at by someone who stayed on with the caravan for a few more seasons. "I've made a life here, Kol. I've got a home. Got a solid career. Fell in love a couple of times. I don't have any regrets about deciding to leave."
"Oh, ya think bein' Arbiter means sumthin' to the ressa' the worl'?" There wasn't any mistaking it at that; Kolin's temper had reached a boiling point and was no doubt spurred on by the potent ale the Quicksand peddled. "Gone like a thief inna' night wifout even tellin' nobody."
"Look, Kolin... It was spur of the moment, alright? You were there to here those fights. Things were changing and it was either him or me and you know that. Leaving without making a big deal was the best option."
"Don't preach at me, Warren!" There came a pause. Kolin stood up from his seat, swayed once, then shook his head. "Look, ferget it. M'glad that life turned out so grand fer ya after ya ran away. M'sure people think yer real great for stannin' up agains' what ye knew was the wrong choice."
"Kolin..." The highlander looked towards the other hyur but was met by his back as the man turned to walk away, in the direction of the Hourglass' entrance. The tipsy midlander didn't pause or offer a reply, but he didn't need to. The few words he'd spoken in anger or hurt or frustration left Warren with a wealth of questions and decisions to examine.
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