A week or so later, we ran into each other again one night in the lobby around closing, though this time he was fully dressed. I blushed furiously whe... I recognized him, and he seemed embarrassed too, but said he was sorry if he had embarrassed me the other day. I said it was OK, Not to worry about it. There was an awkward moment of silence between us, and then he said goodbye and we went our separate ways. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and began to hope I would see him again. We did see. I smoke and am trying to stop. I’ve been through the patch and am now using the gum. He used to drink. We talked about work. We talked about the heat wave and Obamacare and gas prices. We talked about sonograms and baby names and boys versus girls. The suit coat had come off, the tie loosened and the top three buttons unbuttoned. My hair was probably a mess from my combing my fingers through it. At one a.m. I was out of gum and said I needed a smoke. We went down to the lobby where there were. Through my blurry eyes I saw Jason jump out of the truck and start running toward me. Jason sk**ded to a stop in the gravel and grabbed both of my arms. “Kristy, where have you been. Why didn’t you answer me?”“Take me home.”“Kris…”“Now! Take me home now and don’t say a fucking word to me.”The moment I got in the truck I turned the music up and pulled my knees up to my chest. I rested my head on my knees and the evening ran through my mind over and over again. The signs. Me telling my. That said, I believe there is a role for templars in Thedas, and I am willing to aid them in their task. However, there are more important things that we are dealing with than the Chantry's knowledge, or lack thereof. I have freely given you the information I know, so far, and I suspect even knowing that information will allow you to research into new templar abilities if you can test the untrained initiates for resistance, and allow the most promising to work together."However, if you wish us.