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[krempuff]

The sun was up, still low and bright on the horizon, and it was still the cool crisp of spring morning. Later in the day, the tender heat of late spring would turn into humidity, something a little bit more like home. Krem had been in Darrow for nearly three years now--it would be three years in just a couple more months. Since he'd left Tevinter, he'd never settled anywhere for quite so long. The Chargers weren't a settling group--you couldn't be as a mercenary--and his time with the Inquisition hadn't been quite so long. But in Darrow? In Darrow, here he was, standing on this porch of a home he owned, that had his name and two others, though only one remained, sadly. In Darrow, he had friends and family, a business that was his and was lucrative. Things were settled here, in ways he never would have known in Tevinter.

Krem stood on the porch, content, watching the sun coming up with a steadiness over the horizon and lighting this property that held his family and their animals. He held his coffee and breathed in the world around him. He'd been terrified for so long about what this would feel like, about feel trapped. Instead, it felt like freedom and breathing. His heart was content, for the moment. And all the reasons why were here.