8/19-8/23: Prompt week: Tavern at Midnight.
(I’m going with my Adaar for this story, a necromancer mage who isn’t comfortable around people with heartbeats)
Akuji sat in the corner of the room, carving a chunk of wood into a whittled piece of nothing, listening with half an ear to the voices of her companions. Their stories abounded as much and as deeply as the alcohol they imbibed, and she flickered an occasional glance at their flushed faces. As she was making mental calculations at just how hungover they’d be the next day, Akuji felt a hand on her shoulder.
In an instant, her blade was aimed at them, but it lowered when her ice blue eyes rested upon Cullen. “Yes, advisor?”
"You are not joining the others, Inquisitor?"
"Why, if I may ask."
She gave a dry chuckle. “Why should I?”
"To boost their moral, perhaps?"
"I would suppose that might be an effect." Glancing back at her wood, she turned it over in her hands. "Or it’d only ruin the mood. Besides, I am best serving our cause by keeping my head. Do not pretend you don’t agree, I notice there’s no ale touching your lips either."
"You don’t have to drink to be part of the group."
"Nor do I have to speak. I prefer to listen."
"Yes. Sera’s tale is quite riveting, and now I’m left wondering what that-" She motioned to Sera’s vulgar gesture of her arm thrusting into some mysterious hole, represented with her hand at the moment. "Is referring to, as I’ve missed something."
"I apologize, I didn’t mean to-"
"Presume that being quiet and out of the way means I’m secluding myself? You did, and you are correct. However, seclusion does not make me deaf." She gave a weak, and momentary, smile, and it was returned by Cullen.
"Might I sit with you?"
"Sure. I promise not to raise any dead to steal the chair."
He looked startled for a moment, then sat next to her. “I suppose I am relieved to hear it.”