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WHO: Alejandro Borges
WHAT: Alejandro is in the Undercroft making shit, you can come bother him.
WHEN: Catch-all for Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold Undercroft
NOTES: Alejandro.

OPEN

It's been an eventful time in the Inquisition, and even though he's not been in any field missions -- nor does he really intend to be anytime soon -- there's enough that goes on in Skyhold for anyone to be preoccupied. Whether it's damned mage terrorists hanging around being smug dicks, or a random bizarre illness sweeping over the residents because of weird-as-fuck armor, nothing stays quiet for long.

One day, shit will stop being weird and he'll go back to Antiva or something.

That'll be the day.

But today, specifically, Alejandro is working away, focused on a crafting what seems to be a little soldier figurine of sorts. The figurine is clamped in his prosthetic arm while his real hand is working on the finer details.

ZEVRAN

A simple note had been left for his old friend.

Zev,

Your shit's finished. Come say hello and I'll show you the details.

- Alejandro

Which is true enough. After working on Zevran's request and several bumps in the road, he's developed some things he feels fairly proud of to share. That, and a little something for Zevran himself, if he wants it.

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That makes him give a small, short laugh.

"I don't got a lot to be proud of, but yeah, I'd say I got some fine-ass craftsmanship skills," he says with a crooked grin. "Got something you need done?"

"I assume you do armor and weapons in addition to figurines? I may have to take you up on that offer in the future, if so..." Whether it's repairs to what he has or new pieces to wear when he needs to lay low and not be so... noticeable... that's something he can always use. At least it appears he could likely handle the more intricate details, the parts of armor which take the most careful construction.

"Damn, you'll beat Sherlock in your assessments if you keep that up." It's said somewhat jovially, which isn't so bad for someone as regularly angry as Alejandro. "You got anything in mind?"

Kain gives a little "hmmph" in response to the first comment, but it's done lightly, at least. He considers for a moment. "Possibly some enhancements to the armor I already have... I'm training in a fighting style that requires it to take even more hits than usual. I may someday also wish to look into something discreet for times when I need it... but that's not of much immediate concern." He doesn't tend to gravitate toward stealth missions, anyway, more the ones that require blatantly attacking things. But even then, there have been some where he's ended up having to pretend he's not a rifter, essentially. It can't hurt to prepare, and it's good to know there's someone he can go to for such a thing.

"Well, I'll need to take a look at the armor you already own to branch off from there. You takin' up some kind of specialization, then?" He can give a guess as to what. Warriors are a sturdy bunch, but Reavers? Reavers go in, and hard. There are different ways to work armor with different intents.

"Discreet but still needing protection? Sounds sneaky enough. I know how to make a shit ton of that." He's worked with Zevran enough to pull that off effectively. "But we can start with your current request. Tell me about your fighting style."

“Actually, yes, I am. I’m only starting… but I’m learning the way of the Reaver. It’s intensive training, unlike anything I’ve experienced before.” And the sort of training he’s been through in the past is no joke, either, he’s spent his whole life learning the ways of the dragoon, and perfecting it beyond that. But Reaver training, and the whole style of fighting is unlike anything else.

Kain is glad to hear he’ll be able to stop by for some ideas in the future. He’d like to have some better go-to alternate armor. But that’s for another day. For now…”Here’s an example,” he holds up the chestplate and helmet, two pieces he’d just had repaired. “I’m a dragoon where I’m from, a warrior who fights by jumping high into the air… and I’m combining that with the new skills I’m learning as a Reaver.”

"Reavers are a little different. You need some flexibility in order to get in and dish out punishment, but you're gonna be taking a lot, too. It ain't like dressin' up a Templar or somethin'. But I can make it work for you."

There's a pause as he considers, looking over Kain's armor in thought. "Tell me a little more 'bout being a dragoon, and I think I could put somethin' together for you."

That definitely sounds like what he was thinking, as well. “Flexibility is a good way to put it… for the reaver skills as well as my dragoon ones. We dragoons are affiliated with the element of wind the most strongly. Our main talent is in our jump-related skills, which tend to involve various ways of soaring high above the field, only to strike down at our enemies from above.” He’s always needed to be light and quick on his feet, and that matters now more than ever. He’s getting a start on how to combine these skills too, the notion of setting up a ring of pain around his enemies, jumping, and coming down on them for the utmost damage.