[ Free restaurant had sounded unbelievable enough that CT had avoided it at first, convinced that it had to be some kind of trap. But Denny is, apparently, legitimate, and curiosity and hunger alike had finally driven away her doubts and led her to its doors.
She'd been expecting, well, a restaurant, but when she opens the doors and gets a good look at the place, she stops in her tracks, eyes going wide. She's hit, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, with a wave of painful nostalgia - the inside looks like nothing so much as the Hanged Man back in Kirkwall, and she spends a long, long moment just looking around, not even aware of the tears slipping down her cheeks.
Later, she finds herself a quiet spot in the corner and sits there, nursing a drink and watching the crowd. She's not the type to approach anyone else or make a spectacle of herself, but she does smile, friendly enough, at anyone who passes by. ]
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She'd been expecting, well, a restaurant, but when she opens the doors and gets a good look at the place, she stops in her tracks, eyes going wide. She's hit, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, with a wave of painful nostalgia - the inside looks like nothing so much as the Hanged Man back in Kirkwall, and she spends a long, long moment just looking around, not even aware of the tears slipping down her cheeks.
Later, she finds herself a quiet spot in the corner and sits there, nursing a drink and watching the crowd. She's not the type to approach anyone else or make a spectacle of herself, but she does smile, friendly enough, at anyone who passes by. ]