The Gist of It

Look at that date! It’s the good Colonel’s birthday! 

Why, you know what this means--

canis-venaticus‌:

christophergist‌:

eleisxn‌:

canis-venaticus‌:

eleisxn‌:

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Colonel.” Shay walked into the room. “I hope you’re fine with the drinks I picked up.”

Colonel looked up. “And who am I to complain, Master Cormac? Though I still wonder what all these are for.” 

“To celebrate Templar Camaraderie! Isn’t that right, Captain?”

“Well…” Shay could not help but laugh at that. “…Templar Camaraderie, that’s one way to put it.”

“Templar Camaraderie?” Brows furrow in obvious confusion. “I … do not follow.” 

@christophergist “I find myself at a lost, Gist. Is the Colonel just not that interested?”

canis-venaticus‌:

eleisxn‌:

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Colonel.” Shay walked into the room. “I hope you’re fine with the drinks I picked up.”

Colonel looked up. “And who am I to complain, Master Cormac? Though I still wonder what all these are for.” 

christophergist‌:

eleisxn‌:

Ah, of course. Thank you. 

He takes out several bottles of ale, “Well, good thing the Captain has been quite generous or else we won’t be able to enjoy this in Fort Arsenal!”

Bottles of ale right before him. Oh. He leans back further into his seat. Brows raised, the Colonel looks at the other as if waiting for an explanation. “Are we celebrating?”