(For Alistair)

[claravoyant]

Life in the tower hadn't been altogether unpleasant. She'd stayed mostly to herself but had been generally well-liked by the others, mostly because she hadn't caused any problems. Jowan had been the problem in the last little 'disagreement' she'd had with the rest of the Mages, quite honestly. She would always defend him, though, even in the end.

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[chantry_escapee]

Alistair had been watching another mage walk off, angry with him as usual, when he felt the tap on his shoulder. It made him spin, then it made him grin, and then it made him... bounce.

"Clara! Maker preserve, it's you! I thought I wasn't going to get to see you ever again! What're you doing here?"

[claravoyant]

The thing that Alistair may or may not remember about Clara is that she's very slightly off-kilter. This can sometimes leak into the way she talks about certain things.

"Oh, just here to drink some blood." She settles the staff back onto her shoulder and wrinkles her nose. The whole 'Clara speaking' thing is still relatively new even to her. The logic she followed with it, though, was that carrying the chalkboard would be rather silly in combat and altogether useless for the overall strategy of things. Everyone at the Circle had been deservedly suprised by it.

"I had a bit of a falling out with the Circle." ...hopefully Alistair doesn't misunderstand and think those two statements were at all related.

[chantry_escapee]

He blinked and tilted his head.

"Drink-- what?"

He looked around, as if the Circle mages might be closing in any second. Or perhaps the templars. It wasn't as if Alistair wanted to see either of them any time soon.

"What happened? Are you all right? What're you doing here?"

[claravoyant]

"You know what I mean." Because he'd done the very same thing.

"Jowan got himself into some trouble," she explained vaguely, as if he should of course know who Jowan was. Maybe word of the latest blood mage to come out of the tower would have gotten to Ostagar already, who knew.

She shrugged her shoulders. "They shouldn't be so hard on him. He can't help how he is, even if he wanted to. I suppose it's too late now, at any rate."