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WHO: Nerva Lecuyer and literally anyone who wants in on the fun
WHAT: A Templar escorting two Tranquil arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: From nowish and open to people as they come back from the Mire
WHERE: The courtyard
NOTES: lots of hatred

It was incredibly cold, and getting colder, but the deep fur cloak around her shoulders insulated her armour and kept most of the wind off, so it was bearable. Her charges, however - two Tranquil that she had rescued as she fled from the Templars - were difficult. They would not mind the cold even if it was killing them, so she had to be extra vigilant in checking them over for frostbite every night that they made camp. When they finally made it to Skyhold, her soul was as exhausted as her body, and she only made a very cursory introduction before pleading for a place to lay her head, and for protection for the Tranquil. Once she had both, she slept for a long time.

The next morning was bright and clear, and the air felt warmer in the castle despite the early winter that stormed in the mountains around them. She was at a loss, for a few minutes, as to what she should be doing - the entire Inquistion unfamiliar and disconcerting. So few templars, and so many mages, coming and going freely, with no regulation or safety structures in place...

She would take her concerns directly to the leaders of the Inquisition, once she better understood the situation. Until then, it was time to get her bearings.

Training in the courtyard made things easier - let her take her mind off of everything and focus only on shield and blade. She had to pause, however, as she found that her two charges were watching her, waiting for orders.

"The Inquisition is our Order now," she told them solemnly. "You do not report to me, but I am at your disposal if you are in need of any assistance." She knew that assistance would never be requested, but she would offer it again, when she saw them.

Later, she would spend a long time in the Chantry, trying to find some kind of guidance.

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Climbing that wall was tiring, but he could certainly feel himself improving each time he scaled it. Even so he could only do it twice before he had to take a break. With the weather as nice as it was probably just call it a day and work on some of his other lessons.

Grabbing a cup and water, a towel around his neck, Sam wanders over to the courtyard to who is training today. It was always fun watching other people practice when he was relaxing. He isn't surprised, but is curious to see a completely new face in the ring today. He doesn't know the fighting style, but he can recognize some similarities in the form.

And then she's stopping, walking over to the fence to talk to two people -he hadn't even noticed them come up. He can't see their faces, but something about them feels off. As quickly as they showed up they then leave. Focusing on the woman again he can see that she seems less energetic from the interaction.

"Everything alright?" he calls over, taking a drink from his cup.

Nerva frowns at the voice, looking over to see who was talking to her, and meeting an unfamiliar face.

"Yes," She replied simply, as if slightly confused by the fact that they were talking, but - she was new here, she had to remind herself. Her curiousity was not the only one at play. She stepped over towards him.

"I have asked them to inform me if they have suffered any prejudice, and I am afraid there always is, with the Tranquil. But it is nothing of overdue concern."

Tranquil. Sam visibly stiffens at the word, his eyes wandering back to where the two had been. That would explain the feeling he had - he could recognize the mannerisms now. The concern that the woman expresses about them draws Sam's attention back, raising a brow.

Leaning more on the fence he tilts his head just a bit in curiosity. "I take it you know them then? I don't know many who would concern themselves over the Tranquil if they didn't."

If she noticed his tenseness, she made no mention of it. It was hardly surprising. It was rare indeed to find a person who could treat them with the ease and respect they deserved. Hardly surprising, but still saddening.

"I do, yes. Both of them surrendered to the Rite of Tranquility, rather than face a Harrowing they would surely lose. I have given them my protection ever since, and my respect." The last word had a sharpness to it, though her expression was still mild. "More would concern themselves, if they understood the sacrifice that they had made."

She had knowledge of the Harrowing and the Rite of Tranquility, clearly having some idea what those Mages went through since she used the word 'sacrifice'. Definitely from a Circle then, not a Mage though herself. A Templar.

"What Circle do you hail from? I take it you arrived only recently?"

She nodded. "I arrived two days past. I came from the Circle at Mont-de-Glace, months past." It was an awkward question, really. For that was her home, but she - like the other templars - had abandoned it after the rebellion. It was something she still regretted, even now.

"Have you been with the Inquisition long?"

He's not familiar with that Circle - honestly he wasn't expecting to know even when he asked. From Orlais? It sounded like it at least.

Sam gives a slight nod at her question, leaning a bit more on the fence. "Since the Conclave actually. It's been quite the trip."

Since the Conclave. Which meant he had been here since before Haven. At that, her expression softened, though her brows were drawn tight.

"You have my sympathies," She said, the gravitas in her voice all too apparent. "I understand it has been... difficult, with the loss of the Inquisitor."

"Honestly? It's all been rather difficult. Losing the Herald was a big blow though."

For a moment Sam just stands there silent for a moment, taking another drink from his mug, before looking back up to the woman. "What brings you to the Inquisition, Miss-?"

"Ah - forgive me," Nerva replied, actually looking faintly embarrassed. She raised a hand to her heart and gave him a short show.

"Nerva Lecuyer, at your service." She raised up and stood a bit straighter, if a little awkwardly. She hated being embarrassed, most of all by people who were good looking, and the fact that she had been so rude was worse. "I have let my manners fail me."

He hadn't expected that, blinking as the woman - Nerva? - seemed to be a bit unsettled by the question. Raising his brows at the bow and the apology. He hadn't thought of it rude at all. "Not particularly. I didn't give you mine. Normally one gives their own name before asking for someone else's?"

Sam smiles lightly, noting that the woman looked a bit younger when she was embarrassed. "Samouel Gareth, at yours."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Samouel," She said, and it was true - to a point. He was a very good looking man, after all, and her having just reminded him of a massive loss while failing to introduce herself was a nightmarish way of meeting, but it was done.

"May I enquire as to your place here, in the Inquisition?"

Well wasn't she quick and to the point.

"I work in the armory some of the time, helping with armor and weapons. Other then that I help tend to the sick and wounded in the healer's tents over yonder." Sam nods his head in the direction of the tents before standing up a bit straighter. "I take it you're a Templar?"

She never had been good at small talk.

"A healer and a blacksmith?" She asked, and actually (almost) smiled, for both of those jobs were worthy ones. And he hadn't said 'kill people with magic', which was a point in his favour.

"I am, yes. From the Circle at Monte de Glace. For what little it may mean, now." Her voice seemed to hesitate, there. "But I hope to lend all my services to the Inquisition."

"Well it's important to know where you came from; there is value in that. And the Inquisition can use all the help it can get."

Sam does smile, though it is small, still a bit wary since Nerva is indeed a Templar and he doesn't know her well. "And a blacksmith. Apparently it's an odd combination."

She isn't sure what he means - that there's value in it - her brows creasing slightly, but she doesn't comment on it and focuses on the rest of his words instead.

"It is. Most focus on either the blade or the body, rather than attempting to mend both. Both professions take a life time to acquire and master - you must be very accomplished, to do both." Her tone is sincere. It's not flattery, or mockery, but a statement of fact.

"Well I guess for me working on both is important; you never know what you'll face and should be prepared. I'm no where near a master in either though. That'll take much more time."

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