Apr 22, 2016
@ofavvarisms
It’d been awhile since he’d been in Skyhold. Close to a month to be exact. As he walked away from the stable, he noticed both a familiar, and new face.
“Stan, mate! Take it easy, you’ll hurt yourself!” He laughed, running over to the poor soldier struggling to lift a box full of training shields and swords. Branson took it from him with ease, and placed the supplies back where they belonged, and admired the new face from a distance for a moment or two before deciding to initiate a conversation.
“We get more and more supporters as the weeks pass,” He grinned as he extended a hand towards the young woman.
“Branson Rutherford. A pleasure, madam!”