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WHO: Jhin & YOU
WHAT: The Inquisition gets a new assassin, aka Jhin gets used to Skyhold.
WHEN: 20th - rest of the month.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Just a little log to get acquainted with peoples. Feel free to throw in your own prompt or give me a poke if you want something specific.

❝the garden❞

Skyhold was... interesting, to say the least. It was a rather big change to the House of Repose and Orlais in general, but he would have to make do. Not that he had much choice, he wasn't exactly about to break his contract. This would bring about potential for art he'd never have a chance for elsewhere. Hopefully.

Adjusting has certainly been a task, but Jhin's found some comfort in the garden. The beauty of the plants was relaxing enough to take his mind off of any frustrations. It's often that he finds himself there, sitting and just taking it all in. Humming quietly to himself.

❝the tavern❞

While Jhin seems to rarely remove his mask, it doesn't stop him from spending some time in the tavern. No he's not drinking anything, more of relaxing and listening to the noise. Perhaps studying Skyhold's inhabitants. He takes his seat in a corner, out of the way. One day he might actually drink something.

Today likely isn't that day.

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He hasn't been paying a great deal of attention to the other people in the garden, mostly keeping to himself and checking on the herbs that are growing here. But when his usually-underfoot kitten goes scampering to try pouncing on a cricket near the guy humming, Anders actually looks the man over. Maybe not a threat to the kitten, Anders figures, but he steps closer anyway. There's really no telling what trouble Purrelden could get in when tackling bugs.

"What tune is that?" He can't quite catch it.

Animals aren't really something Jhin's spent much time around, so he's quick to cast a glance when the kitten begins playing near him. For a moment he simply watches it, continuing his humming. Interesting things, cats, certainly better than small yappy dogs. Quieter.

His humming stops when he's spoken to, gaze shifting to Anders.

"Ah, just something from my childhood. I cannot say I recall the name of it."

A finger points towards the kitten, "Yours?"

"Mm." He can't name the things he sometimes hums from his childhood either. "Yes, she's mine. Hero of Purrelden, new conqueror of crickets. It's a step up. She was scared of them not even two weeks ago."

Purrelden stills and crouches down before wiggling her butt and leaping into another patch of grass nearby. Anders takes a seat so he's close enough in case she manages to get herself in trouble or if she wants to climb him and get petted.

"Do you have any pets?"

Hero of... What a name. "Cute," is all he manages, the only thing to be said that was even remotely polite. Couldn't be rude, that wouldn't do after all. Always polite unless there was a good reason not to be.

Watching the kitten, Jhin shakes his head.

"No, assassins generally don't have pets." They'd get in the way he imagines, he doubts the House would allow it either. Perhaps in some situations one could be useful, but the positives could not outweigh the negatives. The animal would be more of a prop than a pet at that point anyway.

"Don't think I've ever had the time for one."

It's very cute. Anders smiles down at Purrelden and takes the word at face value because Purrelden deserves all of the compliments.

"Mm. I suppose they don't. Though cats don't take a great deal of time. I simply spend a lot with her because she has me wrapped around her little paw." He's not that used to hearing assassins be open about what they are. Zevran can be because he's Zevran. This guy? Maybe he's well-known too.

"Do you know Zevran? Or are you from a different assassin group?"

"I don't think the House would approve of a cat, no matter how little time it would require." He chuckles lightly, "They do seem sweet though."

Jhin has little problem being open about what he is, as least when there was no reason to act otherwise. If a job called for more secrecy then he could easily take upon that act, but he was in the Inquisition as an assassin. No reason to hide it. Not within Skyhold.

"Different group. I am from the House of Repose."

"House of Repose. That's... Orlais?" He's not completely certain on that. Anders hasn't really kept track of assassin groups. Maybe he should have, though. The Inquisition isn't threatening him, but that doesn't change how many people want him dead.

Taking a seat on the ground, a bit out of reach, Anders considers the man in front of him as Purrelden prances back with her prize.

"Oh. Thanks." He takes the cricket and she prances right back to hunting as he discards it off to the side. "So you're here on contract? Or taking a break?"

He nods, "Yes, of Orlais." The House was far more well known within its borders than outside of it. With the Game they were always kept busy.

"On contact," he begins. There was no reason to hide what he was and there was none to lie about the contract. Anyone doing any amount of digging would find it easily.

"Apparently giving the Inquisition the Golden Demon means quite the bragging rights for a noble family." Jhin shrugs. "I imagine the House would be against me taking a break were it not. Garden's nice, so I don't mind it yet."

"Golden Demon?" That... No, he's not the target, because the guy's saying giving the Inquisition the golden demon. He can see the name being used, though abomination is far crueler and therefore the one that's commonly used.

"It sounds like that may have an interesting story attached." He needs to talk to Zevran, find out if there's a way to get any sort of warning if a contract does get put out on him. Sometimes he forgets that Zevran isn't the only assassin remaining, now that the Crows have been basically decimated.

"A name I seem to have picked up for myself over the years." He would have picked something far different for himself if he'd be given the choice. But when people decided on a name based on what you've done, it was hard to change it. Thankfully the name did more good as an assassin than anything else.

"Not much of a story, I'm simply good at what I do. A reputation that's done well enough for me." He laughs, shaking his head.

"But where are my manners. Jhin." He bows his head. "A name that rolls off the tongue far better than the Golden Demon. It is a pleasure to meet you... and Purrelden.

"Have you been at Skyhold long?"

Oh. This guy is the Golden Demon. He's... working for the Inquisition now? In that case, Anders' life might not be in danger from Jhin. At the moment. Until the moment they don't see a use in retaining Warden allies.

"Mm. You may reconsider calling it a pleasure. I'm known as Anders, and I've been at Skyhold for several months now. Purrelden a little less so." Might as well just get that out there. He doesn't think someone would go for introductions if there was a contract out on him, but at the same time he can't really say he knows how assassins think.

He also can't say if he's being paranoid or if it's justified.

"That Anders?" He imagines so, why else would he have gotten such a response otherwise. "It is still a pleasure. I hardly see why it wouldn't be."

Anders is quite safe from Jhin, he's got no intention of killing anyone at Skyhold and certainly no contract to say otherwise. Though chatting with a target is something he'd do, he always was a fan of dramatic deaths.

"Mm that is quite some time. It get any easier, being here that long?"

"That Anders," he confirms with visible relief. It's always nice when someone doesn't get angry at him for still existing. "Some feel it's the opposite of a pleasure. That's what keeps being at Skyhold from getting too much easier. But it's... gotten better nonetheless."

Purrelden brings back her newest prize, a flower she successfully hunted, apparently, and Anders actually holds onto that one.

"Friends make it better. Apparently, if you stay in one place for any sort of time you start getting to know better. I'm still in the testing phase of this theory, but it's working out thus far."

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The garden

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