Arc 721, 2nd of Ymiden
Darius estimated that it must have been a break or so past midnight when he stepped into his home in Hopetoun.
He couldn't be absolutely certain of the time, as his head was still feeling the gentle buzz of ale as it swirled about in his stomach, and the mirth and shared stories still warmed his head. The feast had been quite a success, and the hubbub of conversation, interspersed with the occasional bout of laughter, could still be heard in the background.
But Darius was grateful for the opportunity to have a break from the crowd. Others might not have realised it, given he had people who followed his leadership in a barony, a settlement, and a ship, but the bearded blond appreciated opportunities to spend time alone, or with a select few people who he felt particularly close to. And after an eventful trial that had started shortly after dawn, the founder of Hopetoun was looking forward to a rest.
He walked through the small dining room that was by the entrance, and lit an oil lamp as he stepped into the bedroom. He took a few moments to watch the yellow and orange glowing light slowly invade the otherwise dark space. Taking a swig from his waterskin, he intentionally spilt a portion into the palm of his hand and rubbed the liquid across his face. Then he opened his shuttered window and, taking a seat at the foot of his bed, stared out at the star-filled sky.
As he took a moment to relax, he shifted slightly and felt his foot brush something. Leaning forward, his balance a little less certain than it would have been had he not consumed any alcohol earlier in the evening, he saw that the moonlight was revealing a familiar red box. Perhaps a little more confidently than he should have, he leaned over a bit further and reached out in an attempt to pick it up.
He couldn't be absolutely certain of the time, as his head was still feeling the gentle buzz of ale as it swirled about in his stomach, and the mirth and shared stories still warmed his head. The feast had been quite a success, and the hubbub of conversation, interspersed with the occasional bout of laughter, could still be heard in the background.
But Darius was grateful for the opportunity to have a break from the crowd. Others might not have realised it, given he had people who followed his leadership in a barony, a settlement, and a ship, but the bearded blond appreciated opportunities to spend time alone, or with a select few people who he felt particularly close to. And after an eventful trial that had started shortly after dawn, the founder of Hopetoun was looking forward to a rest.
He walked through the small dining room that was by the entrance, and lit an oil lamp as he stepped into the bedroom. He took a few moments to watch the yellow and orange glowing light slowly invade the otherwise dark space. Taking a swig from his waterskin, he intentionally spilt a portion into the palm of his hand and rubbed the liquid across his face. Then he opened his shuttered window and, taking a seat at the foot of his bed, stared out at the star-filled sky.
As he took a moment to relax, he shifted slightly and felt his foot brush something. Leaning forward, his balance a little less certain than it would have been had he not consumed any alcohol earlier in the evening, he saw that the moonlight was revealing a familiar red box. Perhaps a little more confidently than he should have, he leaned over a bit further and reached out in an attempt to pick it up.