( open ) one shitlord arrives

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WHO: Antonio Stark and you
WHAT: Arrival in Skyhold
WHEN: 16 Harvestmere
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: n/a

Gates
Most people of a certain level of wealth and/or nobility would have sent word ahead of their arrival to make sure the Inquisition would have been suitably prepared for someone of their standing. Antonio did no such thing, he found it much more amusing to watch people scramble. Instead he and his retinue rode up to the gates with no fanfare other than the spectacle he naturally was. Dressed in the finest and latest of Antivan styles he instantly stands out from his well-equipped, but far more modestly dressed guards.

"I thought this place would be bigger."

He climbs off his horse and walks away leaving the care of the horse to his retinue. He's got bigger things to do like waving over the first person he sees.

"Hey you. Come here!"

Tavern
While he had someone off securing accommodations and other little details he didn't care to know of, Antonio decided to pass the time with a bit of alcohol. His guards watch unobtrusively from the sides while he stands to his full-not-so-impressive height with a small crowd around him. Approaching makes it clear why he's attracted a crowd.

"Five gold coins to the person with the best story! Come on, who thinks they'll get lucky today."

Although it was even odds that everyone walked away with heavier pockets or he changed his mind and decides he's not interested any more.

Comments

Gates

[el_tybs]

He's just about done with cleaning up and putting everything away after his sword practice when he hears someone calls out. It's honestly curiosity that has him looking over shoulder at 'hey you', though he pauses when it actually does appear to be someone motioning to him.

Raising a brow he waits for a moment to see if he was indeed being the one motioned at. It certainly looks like it is. Sam hums thoughtfully to himself at that, grabbing his shirt from off the fence and working it over his head as he walks over.

"Can I help you?" he offers, figuring this was someone new seeing as he doesn't recognize the face.

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With the casual drawl of someone used to giving orders and being listened to, Antonio waves off-handedly at the people behind him. "Yeah, I need a place for these guys."

There's no question, merely the quiet expectation that this man will sort everything out or find someone who can immediately. Antonio holds his head high as he waits for the man to get moving.

[el_tybs]

Ah... huh. Sam waits to hear if there is anything else to that, perhaps clarification on who he was, but when it's clear that the man is only going to look at him, Sam gives a small sigh. "Did you make arrangements with Josephine Montilyet or any of the other advisors?" Or was he a random noble just showing up?

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He stops to stare at him for a moment before laughing. Manners, how quaint.

"Why would I do that? It's funnier watching people run around when they realise I'm here." Spoken like a true noble with a lot of experience in having people drop everything for him at a moment's notice.

[el_tybs]

Random noble it was, and no surprise he was expecting special treatment. It was surprising to hear him admit enjoying people running in a panic.

He probably wouldn't find it funny if he can only get a tent if all the other rooms are taken because he wanted to be a surprise. Either way he had to remember manners - last thing he needed was someone coming down on him because a noble complained.

"We don't have anywhere at the time for your... people. I can help get your things inside until something is figured out, but you'll have to talk to Josephine to get anything setup."

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The possibility that there might not be any rooms available has never crossed Antonio's mind and he's so utterly confident that the Inquisition will shuffle people around just to make room for him. He knows exactly how much influence he has and he knows that people don't turn him down lightly or if they do, they make sure they do it as lightly as possible.

"Great, grab a bag and lead the way then."

He's not picking up anything himself. He'll just be the asshole taking advantage of the offer.

[el_tybs]

He honestly feels bad for Joesephine for having to deal with this stuff, but it was her job... and though she often panicked she did seem to really love doing the work. Hopefully she would be able to figure something out.

It's very obvious that the man isn't going to do any of the work himself, and he was pretty sure if he hadn't offered to take bags he would've been told to do so anyways. With a sigh he walks past to the cart and grabs a bag, putting it over his shoulder.

"This way then... ser-" He's fishing for a name here.