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WHO: Taashath & You!
WHAT: Catch-all for the month
WHEN: All through Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold (mostly)
NOTES: Feel free to hit me up on

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I. Training Circle

Heaving the maul up on his shoulder, Taas grins a little bit as he steps out of the ring. That had been a pretty good fight, and he's pretty certain the soldier would remember to keep his balance with a large weapon this time.

Rolling his neck a bit, the big warrior limbers up a bit before reaching to grab the mug of ale by the side, taking a drink from that before he turns back. "Anyone else?"

II. Sign Language 101

The warrior isn't sure how the little lessons in sign language he had given Cyril and Sam now seemed both common knowledge but gaining interest from other people. It makes him a little bit awkward as he tries to explain the difference between spoken words and the way sign language worked for what felt like the umpteenth time.

He was happy, really. It made his life a lot easier, and if he expanded it, it could even give the troops a way to communicate silently with something more detailed than hand signals. At other times, he's pretty certain they only want an excuse to flirt with him.

"So... why do you want to learn this?" He asks, brown eyes studying the new arrival.

III. Tavern

Taas doesn't spend as much time in the tavern as he used to, but when he does come in to drink and have a good time, he allows himself to completely relax and set everything else aside. With booze, music and friends, he could bury the events of the last missions far back in his head and instead just enjoy the moment.

Catch up with friends, meet new people, pick up someone for the night.

Afterwards, he either went home with that somebody or walked out alone in the courtyard, buzzed and smiling as he looked up into the sky. Skyhold really had a beautiful night sky even with the torches and braziers going, and the sound from the tavern - song and laughter - settled his body and mind into something worthy of his name.

Calm.

IV. Wildcard!

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The last time Alistair was around Taas, he wasn't particularly in the mood to make nice with anyone. And Taas was frankly a little scary, not to mention interested in killing a collection of baby Crows that Alistair is now very attached to.

But Zevran likes him. So here Alistair is--passing through the tavern for other reasons, not stalking the man, but taking the opportunity upon spotting him, pulling out a stool at the bar next to Taas without invitation and sitting on it sideways, elbow on the bartop, so he can give Taas an evaluating look, from horns to drink and back to meet his eyes.

He doesn't say anything. It should be obvious why he's here, in his opinion. (But if they wind up playing some sort of Silence Chicken, he'll definitely lose.)

He's sorry about that, okay? Killing them seemed like the least dangerous idea at the time, but hey, It worked out in the end, and he didn't go murder anyone (else) in the group.

Taas is a little surprised to see the Warden sitting down next to him, though... and even more so when he's looked at like that. It wasn't a flirty invitation or anything he'd normally expect after being glanced at like that. Instead it almost makes him feel like he's about to be admonished by his Tama or something.

"Did you have some business of did you just want to stare?" Seriously, dude. You're the worst reminder of his Tama, ever.

"Mostly I wanted to stare," Alistair says, leaning his elbow on the bar and his head on his hand to continue doing that.

The man is built like a medium-sized tree. Alistair would definitely lose a fight to him—so it's fortunate that he isn't actually here to threaten to kill him if he hurts Zevran. Zevran will kill him if he hurts Zevran. Maybe. If he notices the hurt.

"I'll have what he's having," he adds to the bartender, which may be a mistake, and turns his attention back to Taas while he waits. "Where are you from?"

Okay, that blatant confession of just wanting to stare gets a little huff of amusement from the qunari. He doesn't quite remember the man's name, but he does very much remember him from the rescue in Antiva.

Some guy from the Fifth Blight... Alistair, that was the name.

Taas doesn't know what the man asks the bartender for since Alistair turned away, but the Warden will end up with just ale, thankfully. He never really liked getting drunk off his ass without a reason, but an ale or three just got him in a good mood.

Waiting until the Warden is facing him again, he gives a slight shrug. "I was born in Par Vollen. You?"

After Alistair opens his mouth to answer, there's the briefest of pauses before he says, "Ferelden." It's still where he's from, even if it's turned out that it isn't where he was born. "Nothing exciting." Not like the mysterious North--and he'll gets back to his carefully unimpressed judgment in one minute, but he needs to take a short break for boyish, excited curiosity. "How big are the pyramids, really?"

He briefly looks surprised at that, and then Taas face brightens and he grins. "Don't hear many Fereldans knowing about the pyramids! I haven't seen them since I was a kid, but they're impressive."

The warrior takes a drink of his ale and turns a little more towards Alistair. "They were built before the qunari came there, so they're ancient as well. Some say they're full of treasure, but it's mostly old bone dust."

Alistair lifts his eyebrows and slants his shoulders in a pose, as if he's done something impressive by knowing about the pyramids while also being Fereldan--but he's been around, he's had friends, he's read books... Don't tell anyone that last bit.

"That's disappointing," he says. "Maybe I won't go there on holiday after all."

Because of the lack of treasure. Not because the locals would hand him his own spleen as a welcome gift.

He turns away for a moment to take his drink and give his thanks to the bartender, then looks Taas over again, thoroughly. He's unreasonably large. Zevran is--reasonably small. Alistair isn't thinking about it, but it does make a man wonder, in a very vague and undetailed way.

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