[ OPEN ] Here we are...

[fightingdirty]

WHO: Lena Meravas, Taaranda Olanat and YOU!
WHAT: Two mercenary Vashoth (not Qunari, ya fools) arrive dirty and tired to Skyhold, where they settle in and await bear hugs from Korrin.
WHEN: early Bloomingtide
WHERE: all over Skyhold
NOTES: These two are part of the Valo-Kas mercenary company. If your character knew Korrin from before her time in the Inquisition, chances are they would know Lena too, and Taaranda if they came across the Valo-Kas in the last two years.

By the time the path before them opens up to reveal the valley dotted with tents, the raised ground off to the side with huts being constructed, and the stronghold itself, Lena can't help but shout: "About fucking time!" She and Taaranda are arriving on foot, and the mountain is a bitch to climb, but they've done it, and now they just need to get inside and put their feet up somewhere.

The two are a strange sight as they pass through the various camps outside Skyhold. Of course there are whispers of an upcoming Qunari invasion, but the women splattered with mud barely pay them any heed. Apparently there is always a Qunari invasion on the horizon when someone with horns steps into a person's eye line.

The younger of the two has boundless energy, it appears, eyes darting around to take it all in. She expresses excitement to the older one, who looked vaguely bored, but maybe it's just the fact that she's bone tired.

"Bring it down a notch," Lena says as they enter the gate and the lower courtyard of Skyhold spreads before them. "Unless you want to run around and find us the tavern. Or Korrin." Over the next few hours, the women settle in, explore the place, and start to meet new people anywhere and everywhere within Skyhold.


[ ooc: please say in the subject line if you want a threeway thread with both, or separate threads with each, or just pick one lady. whatever you'd prefer! set the scene at any location in skyhold too; they're exploring! ]

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[fightingdirty]

"Now you're speaking my language," Lena says, uncrossing her arms. If Korrin isn't there, at least Lena can see how much they charge for alcohol.

"Lead on."

[blightedson]

Felix is more than happy to help with that. He can look around and see if there's anyone around he knows too. That and the noise of a crowd helps with the Calling.

"The Herald's Rest is this way." He sometimes wonders about such a depressing name. Every time he says it he thinks of the woman who came to his father and fought her way through the twisted future that Dorian had described. He thinks about how she was buried under so much snow and rubble. It's rather morbid really. He'd rather focus on something more happy.

"How long have you known Korrin, if you don't mind me asking?" He wasn't sure how far she was from the Qun and how she'd take to a Tevinter asking her questions.

[fightingdirty]

Lena falls in step beside him and contemplates the question. It seems like forever, but it can't have been that long.

"Seven, eight years maybe? We're in the same mercenary company." The same that had been running security at the Conclave, but Lena had booked it out of there as soon as she was sure that her brother was well and truly dead from the explosion. She needed to go find people to kill, and hadn't been thinking clearly enough to stick around and see if she could kill people for the Inquisition.

[blightedson]

"Then, you were there at the Conclave?" he asks, very delicately. A lot of people who were there don't like to talk about it. And he can understand why.

[fightingdirty]

Lena doesn't answer for a moment, because it is definitely a sore subject for her. when she does speak, it's clipped.

"Yeah."

And she leaves it at that as they make their way up the stairs, heading towards the tavern. But once at the top of the stairs, she mutters, "Left once we figured out who we lost."

[blightedson]

"I'm sorry," he responds and there is real sympathy in his voice and face. "Perhaps I can get you a drink while we look around for Korrin?" It's the least he can do after bringing up a sore subject.

[fightingdirty]

It's unexpected, but she's not going to turn down a drink, even if it is a sympathy drink. A free drink is free, and Lena loves getting shit for free.

"Yeah, may as well." She doesn't say thanks, but she hardly ever does.

[blightedson]

Felix leads the way towards Cabot. "Anything in particular you like?" he asks. As they move he keeps his eyes open looking for Korrin.

[fightingdirty]

"Anything that isn't piss weak," she replies, keeping her eyes open both for Korrin and just because she likes to scope out any place she enters. A rogue never drops her guard; she just pretends she does.

[blightedson]

He gets the strongest thing he can for her and a bit of wine for himself and then passes over the tankard with her drink. "We can try upstairs. Korrin doesn't seem to be down here."

She stands out, even if there are a handful of their people here, each one still manages to be noticeable.

[fightingdirty]

Lena takes her drink and tries it, ending up pleasantly surprised. The dwarf bartender knows his stuff. The people in the bar are definitely surprised to see another "Qunari" here, especially a female one, and there is some excited and/or nervous whispering going on.

"Yeah. What is it? Three floors? Looked like it from the outside."

[blightedson]

"That's right, though the top is a bit more like an attic or storage area than it is a part of the tavern. There are chairs upstairs though." And a lot of people sitting around enjoying the company of their friends.

[fightingdirty]

Lena says nothing in reply, merely heading up the stairs and scoping out the area. So Korrin wouldn't be on the third floor, then. It doesn't look like she's here either. Lena moves to grab a table, taking a load off and sighing a little.

"Haven't sat in ages," she says, before taking a long swig of her drink. The trek up to Skyhold had been long and tiresome, because she and Taaranda walked up instead of riding.

[blightedson]

Felix moves with her and settles down. "That mountain is a huge pain," he agrees. When he had done it he had been with his father and sick enough that it was amazing he had made it.

"What brought you to the Inquisition? Are you just here to catch up with your friend or are you looking to join?"

[fightingdirty]

"We finally got word who was responsible for the Conclave explosion," Lena says, her hand tightening on the handle of her mug. "Some darkspawn magister asshole. And the Inquisition is the only one working to fuck him up. I wanted in." She takes a gulp of her drink before adding, "Plus Korrin wouldn't shut up about how great it is, so yeah, I guess I'm joining. Should at least get free gear out of it, right?"

[blightedson]

Felix nods at that and feels his jaw tighten a bit. The fact that it's an ancient Tevinter magister is something he takes personally, even more because his father fell into the cult that worships him.

"I certainly hope so. I'd imagine your punch has quite the power behind it, but we wouldn't want you fighting the Venatori with just your bare hands."

[fightingdirty]

"Nah, I save the bare hands for the bedroom," she states, having no shame. But it's true. She gets... very rambunctious in the bedroom. Which is a nice way of saying there will be bruises and blood.

"I've got knives, but I'll need ingredients for poisons and my flasks. Need new boots too." Now she's just acting like Felix is the quartermaster and will personally hook her up.

[blightedson]

"Luckily the quatermaster is right down there." He gestures towards the direction of the building. "Very close to the tavern. We can go there after if you'd like?"

Then, after a moment. "I'm afraid I'm not a member of the Inquisition myself, but you'd likely be able to get boots and access to the apothecary once you join."

[fightingdirty]

Lena crosses her arms on the table, looking thoughtful before saying, "Nah. I can do it another time. Mostly I'm looking for Korrin." You know, after she finishes her drink. Besides, she's kind of lazy so maybe she can get Korrin to just scope out the supplies for her and tell her what they have.

"So if you aren't in the Inquisition, why're you here?"

[blightedson]

"I'm with the group of Wardens who allied with the Inquisition." It was much more complicated than that, given that who his father was, but for now that was enough.

[fightingdirty]

"Oh, yeah? You're young. Probably weren't in Ferelden during the Blight, were you?" Lena is from Ferelden, but at the time of the Blight, she was already off with the Valo-Kas with her father and brother. Her mother, however, was left behind in Ferelden. Luckily, she survived.