@tevinterlittlewolf || Secrets and Magic
He was free. Oh, Maker he was finally free. It didnāt matter that the Templars would still be looking for him. It didnāt matter that they could catch him and drag him back anytime. He was free, and he would revel in that freedom for however long it lasted. The moment he got on the shore in Lowtown, Neil ditched his robes and even his staff for more common clothing. Night had fallen, making it easy to sneak through the streets. However, that didnāt mean Hawke had any idea where he was going. He was lost in only a few minutes and wound up in Hightown soon after. If he remembered right, though, there was a road from Hightown leading out of the city. If he could find that, he could be out of this cursed place before sunrise.Ā
But luck was hardly ever on his side, and tonight was no exception. Just as heād passed the Chantry courtyard, he heard the sound of metaled boots on stone. Probably not Templars, but a patrol at least. Even the City Guard would be suspicious of a man wandering around at night. Neil ducked into a small alcove, coming up to a door to some old estate. The place looked abandoned, so Neil tried the door. Finding it unlocked, the mage slipped inside. It looked even worse on the inside: cobwebs everywhere, dust on the floor and shelves. He sighed in relief and moved further inside.
