[ Anders is leaving the gardens. He's actually not wearing the revolutionary coat of doom, therefore; it's slung over his arm, a mass of feathers and shame.
It's between the garden and the kitchens that he crosses Alistair's path. He stops for a moment, less for conversation, than to appraise the King's choice of patrolwear. ]
You know ... that's not a half-bad idea. It's probably shielding you splendidly from all the space radiation.
on patrol ....
and shame.It's between the garden and the kitchens that he crosses Alistair's path. He stops for a moment, less for conversation, than to appraise the King's choice of patrolwear. ]
You know ... that's not a half-bad idea. It's probably shielding you splendidly from all the space radiation.