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There's Always Room To Learn More

WHO: Samouel Gareth and Anyone
WHAT: Sam is taking time to learn about his magic and certain items. Otherwise enjoying not being in the desert.
WHEN: After the Western Approach, throughout Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold, Other locations depending on posts
NOTES: Shenanigans

The Western Approach had been quite the trip; blistering sun, hot sand, dragons, demons... a trip to the Fade. Enough that Sam needed some time to recuperate - which only lasted for like a day before he was right back into the swing of things.

[Healing Tents]
There were still many injured after the mission, or sick after the mission, so of course Sam spends a decent amount of time at the tents to help get everyone on their feet. Thankfully it is not like when that illness had hit Skyhold so there are chances to actually breathe and rest.

[Armory]
Much like after the Fallow Mire, there were many things to deal with once the troops were back from the Western Approach. There were new materials to work into new equipment, and armor and weapons needed mending - the enemies and rough conditions had certainly worn their gear down.

When he has free time, Sam can still be found in the forge, mostly to look over a new sword hilt he's acquired from the ruins. It is a strange sword considering it doesn't have a blade, in the sense that it had been made without one in the first place.

[Training Ring]
After nearly losing an eye - not really but it had clipped a bit of hair off, which lead to him getting the rest of it cut a bit shorter to match - Sam has figured what that strange hilt was. Apparently he had found a magical sword, or rather greatsword judging by the size of it. Curious by his new finding he is often at the training ring when he isn't busy in the forge or at the tents.

[Stables]
At times the mage can be found in the stables, sitting across from a particular purple "moose". When he isn't sketching it, he is often walking the Hart around or taking it for a ride outside the gates - with permission of course.

[Kittens X X]
Sam is now a new owner of two kittens. Most of the time he keeps them up in the loft while he's relaxing, but it isn't fair to keep them cooped up. Every once in a while he does take them out either the two of them chasing after his on the ground or each perched on a shoulder or tucked away in an arm.

[Wildcard]
Anything and everything you might possibly think of, go for it.

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Idleness is something Korrin doesn't endure long or well, either. She's returned barely a day or two before she's itching to keep herself busy again. The more she has to do, the less she's likely to dwell on Adamant or the Fade, both of which she's been avoiding discussing more than necessary.

So she'll head to the training ring with the intent of sparring or at least going through her Knight-Enchanter drills with her spirit blade. The last thing she wants is to be seen as rusty now that she'll have Vivienne overseeing her work regularly again. Sam's presence get her attention, though, as well as that hilt. She raises an eyebrow, curious.

"Going the Knight-Enchanter route at last? With a two-handed weapon, that ought to be quite a sight."

Hermione's mastered the art of walking and reading, but upon seeing the familiar patterning of a tabby's stripes out of the corner of her eye, she sets the book down, looking down at the small kitten that's just turned a corner and seems to be peering up at her. "Well hello!" she remarks, surprised as she stoops down and tentatively holds a hand out for the little cat to sniff. "Where did you come from?"

That question is answered soon enough when Samouel comes into view, and she smiles up at him when she sees the other cat near him. "Are these yours, or have you started a cat-sitting service?"

As healed as he's going to get apart from a cough that catches him unawares (in the mornings, late at night, when he laughs too hard, when he takes in a deep breath of cold mountain air), Asher's been training while most people have been in the Western Approach, getting himself fit again. It worked out well enough - time with the Boneflayers when there were fewer folk in Skyhold to object to them causing a scene, and fewer people to see Asher embarrassing himself when he was wheezing, when he had to stop, when the burns pulled tight or started to bleed.

But now he's back to himself, stripped to the waist where the new burn scars are pink instead of angry red, watching Sam as he takes a break, leaning against his axe. Bronson is once again lolling around, only inspecting Sam to see if he has any food to offer.

"Looking for a partner or you going to run off to Christine if I suggest it?"

"Nice... hilt is the word, yes? It's a sword bit. I know that much." He's only partly teasing. Anders doesn't exactly pay much attention to terms for swords. When would he need to? Well. Other than right now, when as he leans in to take a look at whatever has Sam so fascinated.

_{[ Kirk probably should have been on bed rest given his injuries from trying to help Anders be free of Justice (and he still wasn't exactly quite sure what that meant), but he was the worst sort of patient. Really, the worst. It was probably written down in his official record somewhere, and he was living up to that reputation as he came into the stables where Sam was.

He pauses as he gives the purple creature a once over, trying to sort of what it could possibly be in his head and make sense of it, finally deciding on "moose" though that wasn't entirely accurate. Also, purple. ]}

What in the world is that?

[He's used to people going by so when he hears someone coming up next to him, Sam barely pays much attention - save for noting where they're at - as he continues to sketch in his journal. However when he hears a familiar voice he stops, blinking at the page for a moment before raising his head to look at the Rifter.

It's obvious that Sam cannot decide whether to frown that Kirk was there, or smile because he was there and giving the Hart such an odd look.]

It's called a Hart. What in the world are you doing out of bed?

"The part that you hold to put the pointy end into something," he clearifies with the tiniest of smirks as he continues to look the hilt over. "Hello, Anders." Lowering the piece, he looks up at the other mage with a smile. Seeing that Anders was trying to look at it, Sam holds it up so that it was easier to inspect. "Hilt is right. It's just the hilt. There's no sign that a blade was ever attached to it."

Cat-sitting service. That has Sam chuckling a bit, more so when the tabby raises a paw and starts to bat at Hermione's fingers. Seeing his sister playing with something has the other kitten running up and pouncing on the tabby. Such troublemakers.

"They're mine," he confirms, to which Anders is rather proud of himself of. "They keep following me so I figured to walk them around, get them used to things around here."

The familiar voice has the mage pausing in taking a drink from his water skin, turning to regard Asher where he's at. Brows raised in slight amusement at the question, Sam makes his way over to the other man, hooking one side of the hilt into his belt since he's yet to make something to carry it properly.

Coming close he glances down at Bronson, smiling at the dog and holding a hand out for him to sniff - sorry he didn't have anything for you to eat. Turning his eyes back to Asher he tilts his head, taking in Asher's similar state of dress, and noting the look of the man's wounds - still not completely healed, but not enough to keep him in bed obviously.

"Well unless you're suggesting I go get Christine for a partner I don't think I'm going to be doing that." Sam chuckles lightly at that. Why would he run off to Christine? "Can't say I'd be much of an opponent. Unless you know somethings about greatswords."

A Hart? Do you... ride it?

_{[ He ignored Sam's question in favor of walking closer, the pain more
of an annoyance now rather than debilitating or threatening. He clicked
with his tongue, holding out his hand to the animal. ]}

You're a pretty thing, aren't you?

Feeling the light tapping of the kitten's paw as it bats at her, Hermione looks back down just in time to see the pair of cats beginning to get into it, and she lets out a sound that's partially one of mild concern but mostly an amused chuckle. She knows enough about animals to know not to interfere unless one of them seems to be going for blood.

"Where did you find them? The only person I know with a cat here is Anders, and I'm pretty sure his had been a stray that decided to stick around once it realized it was being fed."

Well you can. There are also horses. You have to be mindful of their horns when you're riding.

[You know so that you didn't poke out an eye or anything.

Ignoring his question, huh? That has Sam pursing his lips slightly, but he doesn't say more. He's not done talking about it, but he's learned that he has to repeat and press at different moments.

The Hart meanwhile flicked it's ears and leaned its nose in close at the offered hand, sniffing it at it.]

You ride back home, Kirk?

"Hello, Sam. And that seems... entirely pointless. You can't even fling that and hope to get any sort of decent result." There's not enough heft, by the look of it. He runs a finger along where he thinks the blade should go and shakes his head. "Is that your current project? Adding a blade to it, as if a mage needs to be hauling around a sword?"

Greatswords are not something he's learned to use. Daggers, one-handed swords, a mace are more under his belt from his past lessons, but anything two-handed that wasn't a staff he had never learned. Then again he wasn't really learning an actual greatsword. It didn't have the weight behind it, which was good in his case, but he still didn't have the basics behind it to know very well how to use it properly.

He's pondering just that when he hears Korrin behind him, his eyes moving away from the hilt to look at the Knight-Enchanter. "At last? Is there a bet going for it?" he asks back with a smile, turning more fully to speak with Korrin better. Humming lightly he looks at the hilt again then raises it for Korrin to look at better. "No, no Knight-Enchanter training here. I found it in the Western Approach. Wasn't quite expecting this."

"It is in fact 'pointless'," he agrees, smiling a bit at the choice of words. "It is, or rather when I have time to do so. There's been a bit of a rush to have weaponry and armor fixed and maintained from our trip out to the Western Approach."

There isn't much weight, but it is far from weightless, the hilt sat easily in the hands at least. "Adding a blade is going to be quite some work since everything is fused together... or rather it seems to be all one piece than interlocking pieces like normal. Strangely the design seems familiar, but I can't my finger on it at the moment."

"No bet, though I could make one if you like." Korrin flashes him a grin, then peers curiously at the greatsword hilt. "Interesting. I found something in the Western Approach, too, a ring that heals me when I kill things." Creepy, but very useful. "That was in the Tevinter prison. Where did you find this?"

And how well would it fare against her own spirit blade, is naturally where her train of thought is leading. They'll have to find out, but first she wants to inspect it. She hadn't thought Tevinter had anything in the way of Knight-Enchanter style weapons, but the resemblance is undeniable.

Plenty of choking down poultices and beer with friends have sorted Asher out, that and the good hardy (haha) constitution bestowed by being part-Avvar, part-Fereldan, and raised on a farm. That and whatever chugging dragon blood does to a man because he's always had his suspicions.

For his part, Bronson sighs, butts his head against Sam then Asher's thigh before he goes to flop next to the rest of Asher's gear. Good guard dog.

"Christine could serve your arse to you on a silver platter, trust me. Probably with some fancy accoutrements on account of her being Orlesian." He has to wonder if she'd serve red or white wine though, or if this is maybe the sort of thing where you'd go straight for the port. "But I might serve you myself for wounding me - I'm a soldier of fortune Sam, have been since fifteen. I like my axe but I can handle any weapon, even a bow or a staff if I really have a need. Don't last long if you can't grab whatever you can and use it, even your fists and your feet. Since when do you care about greatswords though?"

Lena vaguely remembers meeting Sam when she arrived, but beyond that, hasn't thought of him since. Except now she has to admit that her boots are well and truly breaking down and giving her blisters in the process, so she ducks her head down to enter a tent and announce: "Need something for blisters."

That's it. No 'how are you' or even 'hey, I remember you.'

Oh? That statement has Sam raising his brows further, and crossing his arms over his chest in curious amusement. "I don't think she would find it that easy to do that." Honestly she wouldn't be interested in trying either - not unless he really provoked her or made her mad. "And I honestly doubt she wants to touch my arse in any way." He chuckles a bit at that, just imagining Christine making 'that' face at the mere mention of doing so.

He figured Asher knew how to use a greatsword, but that didn't necessarily mean he knew how to teach someone to use it, which was where Sam was getting at. Unhooking the hilt from his belt, Sam crosses the small amount of space between them to hold up the ornate piece of metal and leather for Asher to inspect. "Since I found this back in the Western Approach." There's a small smile on his lips as he does so, knowing that it was just a pretty hilt so long as you didn't supply it with magic.

The sudden entrance and announcement - about blisters, not about entering mind you - has Sam blinking and looking up from his cup of tea. He recognizes the face immediately, which was kind of hard to forget, but he doesn't have name to go with it since, if he remembered, this person hadn't said much besides 'needing booze' and walking past the last time they met.

There's a small pause of silence after that, brows raising as he waits a moment to see if there was anything else. "How bad of blisters are we talking about?"

"Broken skin, oozing liquid," she says, crossing her arms and shifting her weight onto one leg. As a mercenary, she's traveled all over and gotten blisters plenty of times, but usually good boots and socks solve the issue. Unfortunately, her boots are wearing down and rubbing too harshly against her heels.

Guess he did ask, but the information is given so matter-of-factly that Sam pauses to look back around over his shoulder for a moment. His eyes immediately go to her hands then back up. "That does sound pretty bad. Where exactly do you have them?"

"You mean you'd get the wisp and I'd make the hilt? Half half work?" He grins just a bit at that, shaking his head some at the offer. "I appreciate the offer, but it probably is important that I make a spirit blade myself if I go that route." Unless Korrin was offering to teaching how to be a Knight-Enchanter.

"Really? A ring that heals you when you kill things?" That was creepy, but also useful - as long as you were killing things. "I was with Kirk in Adamant Fortress looking for kindling when I found this. Honestly didn't know what I was grabbing, but it looked interesting."

If it's brought up he'll agree that it is very similar, but the magical sword was meant to be wielded with two hands, which makes Sam to believe it wasn't someone who was a Knight-Enchanter.

If Korrin had been training longer, she'd make the offer in a heartbeat. As it is, she has yet to master the discipline, so it could be a long time before she's ready for that step. Still, she's eager for some company during her training drills, so it doesn't hurt to nudge him in that direction.

"Really. I found out when I zapped a Venatori and that healed me. It's about time that lot did something useful, hm?" But back to his weapon, she nods in full agreement. "It's definitely badass, no doubt. Want to test it out? I could try to give some pointers; two-handed weapons aren't my forte outside staffs, but I've been doing the magical weapon thing for several months now."

"Maybe you can't put your finger on it because half of it is missing." He has no idea why Sam would want a blade. He's a healer. They're crucial to the people who charge in, they don't need to become them. "Your cats will be very upset if you get yourself stabbed running to the front. Kirk might even be annoyed. Perhaps you should consider that. And if not, consider how vexed Adelaide and I will be if we have to pick up all of your shifts and patients."

He glances at the various pages at Sam's workstation and tilts his head toward them. "Anything promising in there? Or are they all drawings of invisible blades?"

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There's Always Room To Learn More

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Kittens~

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