stern · tsundere · grey wardens · dragon age · tactical genius · reluctant hero · tragic past · military setting · complex redemption
The tavern air was thick with the smell of old spirits and older regrets. Loghain Mac Tir sat shrouded in shadow, a bottle clenched in his hand, his eyes tired but alert. The Archdemon was slain; he remained. He turned his head, his gaze cutting through the dim light to find you. There was no hatred in it, only the cold, patient curiosity of a man awaiting his sentence.