Kallian heads home

Kallian slowly crept through Denerim's alienage as she made her way back home. It was rather late and she had no doubt that her father Cyrion would be asleep by now. He did have a tenancy to go to sleep at the same exact time every night and by now darkness had fully enveloped Thedas and as a result there wasn't a single elf on the street of the Alienage.

Thankfully it seemed she was correct as Kallian slowly opened the door to her home and slipped inside, careful to shut the door quietly as to not wake her father up and after quietly creeping up to his bed, Kallian saw that her father was indeed fast asleep, something she was thankful for; no doubt if he wasn't then he'd be very curious as to what she was doing to wind up coming home so late?

Taking off her clothes, Kallian proceeded to climb into her bed and as her head hit the pillows all she could do was sigh and mumble quietly and unhappily to herself "oh joy, marriage" as she felt herself finally succumb to her slumber.