( open ) one shitlord arrives

[disproportionate]

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, or shortly after

[eolasemah]

Sina and her basket of herbs are out and about, and not unusually, she looks pleasant as she transports them from point A to point B. However, then a very finely dressed Antivan walks by and catches her attention, causing her to watch him pass with wide, deerlike eyes and a matching vaguely dumb expression.
She's probably never going to get used to seeing Important People, whoever they are.

[disproportionate]

Like most people Antonio doesn't like being gawked at so he snaps his fingers in her face.

"Hey, quit it."

While he certainly enjoyed attention, there was a difference between being stared at and getting noticed.

[eolasemah]

Sina blinks rapidly and steps back, her look of wonder immediately changing to one of irritation-- it's like a sneer, but much more pleasant. She bats his hand away. "Quit what," she mutters, knowing better than to pick an actual fight with a visibly powerful shem, but perfectly happy to sass one.

[disproportionate]

He drops his hand when she bats it away. He wasn't so petty that he would have started something over an elf touching him, but there were those who were and it said something that she'd still try to talk back to him when he was visibly in a position of higher power.

"I going to take that as you being defensive instead of actually asking." He crosses his arms and frowns at her. "Which I don't get since you were being rude first."

[eolasemah]

Sina has no idea what he's talking about, and as the human gets more disgruntled, so does she.
"Is it against the shem'len law to look at someone now?" she asks, only half-sarcastic. Maybe it is, they have a lot of weird laws that she's found out the hard way. Like... paying for things with stupid little tokens.

[disproportionate]

"Did you just crawl out of your dirt pile?" As someone who doles out a lot of sarcasm he can recognise when someone isn't fully feeling it.

"Here's a free 'shem' tip. People get fucking annoyed when you stare at them."

[eolasemah]

Not someone who's especially quick of the tongue or good with confrontation, Sina's getting in over her head. She blinks, visibly stung by the question, and though her surprise is briefly followed by a flash of outrage, she knows when the upper hand isn't worth pursuing.

With her eyes narrowing slightly, she steps back and moves to leave, but is reluctant to turn her back on him. Just in case.