[Open] Another pirate arrives at Skyhold

[nothief]

WHO: Balthier and OPEN
WHAT: Balthier poking around Skyhold
WHEN: End of Drakonis
WHERE: Around Skyhold, mostly the merchant stalls and the tavern.
NOTES: No warnings, fine with brackets or prose

Tavern
What little coin he did have on hand he needed to keep. In his business, you needed money to make money. But tonight the raucous conversations, laughter and music from the tavern had been a siren song he couldn't resist. Or perhaps he could blame the pretty barmaid who'd practically forced a bottle of wine on him. Oddly enough she'd disappeared after he'd given her the coin for his drink.

As tempting as getting drunk and wallowing a bit over his current situation was, he kept a keen eye open for card games or even the opportunity for a bit of conversation with someone interesting. One never knew when a simple conversation would turn into something more lucrative.

An empty seat catches his eye, wine bottle in hand, he saunters over, offering the stranger a smile, "Is this seat taken?"

Merchant Stalls
Balthier wasn't buying, or selling anything. Not yet. Wandering through the stalls, he was idly perusing the goods, taking stock of the kinds of things available. Although not ideal, the collection of merchant stalls was a decent place to look for business, to keep an ear out for anyone not finding what they're looking for.

Letting himself get a little too distracted by a particularly shiny necklace, which seems to be catching the midday sun just right, he nearly bumps into another passerby. "My apologies. I should be watching where I'm going."

[Wild card, anywhere else around or just outside Skyhold]

Comments

merchant stalls

[serannas]

Ellana looks up from a small booklet of songs for the lute to see that she is most likely in the man's way, and she takes a step closer to the stall to be out of his footpath.

"Oh, it's all right. I wasn't really paying attention either. No harm done."

[nothief]

He gives her a gracious nod, nearly a bow, and maneuvers around her without actually walking away.

"They seem to have just about anything a person might need around here," He comments conversationally, pretending to eye a wicked looking dagger.

[serannas]

"They do," she agrees. "Things I wouldn't have thought of, really. A lot of decoration." There are miniature decorative spinning wheels sitting out front and center on the table, and little figurines of religious figures next to them. Ellana assumes Andrastians hold them while praying or something. And though this stall doesn't have any, another has little carved halla made of wood or glass. If she didn't already have one carved for her by her clan mate, she would have bought one. From her metal necklace with a halla horn design in the center and the ring on her finger with tiny halla carved into it, it's easy to tell she loves them.

Her gaze shifts to the dagger, but she really can't tell a good one from a bad one, being that she's a mage and has never needed a dagger for fighting.

"Certainly a mix of items."

[nothief]

Like most of the people he's chatted with, his fishing gets him nowhere. Perhaps out in the open like this isn't the best place to hope for people to confess they're on hunt for something more illicit, especially not to a stranger, but he has to start somewhere.

"Mmhmm. A lot more trinkets than one would expect in an encampment filled with temporary inhabitants," He observes, turning his attention from the dagger back to her, "I hadn't expected to find much more than armor, weapons and basic supplies."

[serannas]

In Ellana's case, the object of her hunt is right there in her hands. She's here looking for lute music, and she's found some. Unfortunately for him, she's not part of some illicit Carta ring and is rather boring as a result.

"It is a little strange, but I think it's because many of the refugees have lost everything. These things can give them a sense of home again."