Hawke’s Dirty Little Secret

Ahh, The Blooming Rose. Kirkwall’s finest whorehouse. The aroma of sex and ale permeate the air. It is sad that this is the one place in Kirkwall I feel I can be myself. I don’t have to pretend. There is no front, or show I am tied to. No one cares that I do not … Continue reading Hawke’s Dirty Little Secret


Cullen – Battlements

The plush bedding enfolds me, it's welcome warmth answered by the blazing hearth. My downy pillows are a cool and welcome comfort, yet my mind refuses to find solace this night. Try as I might, I can not get comfortable. I remember my meditations from the Circle and walk through them to quiet my mind … Continue reading Cullen – Battlements