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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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That would be news to him considering Cyril didn't even do that. He respected that Cyril didn't want to, but it certainly left him confused and question himself a bit.

Sam grins and laughs a bit at that. "What, I wasn't already?" he says as well as signs, teasing. "Straight to the tavern then or do you need a few moments for your students?"

"Give me five minutes," the warrior says with a smile, and then makes sure all the students leave and answers a few questions before he's ready to head off with the mage.

"Let's go, then. I really need a drink and company to relax a little bit... between this and the fight training, it's been busy." The good kind of busy, but still.

Sam's patient as he waits, watching how Taas interacts with that students, or mostly how they interact with him.

"I can only imagine. I have a pretty full plate myself - have to remember to take a break from time to time."

He claps a large hand on the man's shoulder and smiles a little again. "Always a good thing. With so much going on, it's hard to find a moment for ourselves. This Inquisition needs all the gears well-oiled, and I'm sure a healer has more to do with that than someone teaching how to fingerspell your name!" He chuckles and leads the way towards the tavern.

"I'll order, the dwarf doesn't water down the ale for me like he might with you."

"Maybe, but I'm pretty sure people would rather learn to fingerspell than come see me." Because who wanted to go to the healers' tents if they didn't need to? Honestly he liked it more when people didn't need a reason to show up, that meant they were doing fine.

"Wait. That's what he does? Does that make it taste any better?"

"True, but it's damn more important to get healed than to learn how to sign." So between wants and needs, they're pretty even.

Taas orders their drinks and gives Sam a little wink as Cabot pours their ale. Once the mugs are full, he takes the mage with him to find a seat. "Of course he waters them down. Every bartender in the world does, that's how they save money and make a barrel of ale last as long as three. Doesn't work well with us qunari, though. We need the strength."

Mostly bullshit, but hey.

Sam tilts his head with a bit of a shrug. He can't really argue against that too much, though communication is pretty damn important.

"Goes to show how much I know about drinking," he says with a huff as he follows Taas to a table. He's been drinking more but he still doesn't drink much or that often. "And ale gives you strength?" That does sound like bullshit, but it has Sam grinning anyways. "Thought it was all that working out."

"I mean the ale's strength. Potency, that shit." He chuckles a little, sitting down and handing the man the other mug. "Working out keeps us big and strong, though. You still doing that smithing? Keeps you one of the most buff mages I've ever seen."

Which was still kind off an oxymoron. That Tevinter fellow seemed to be in good shape as well, but most Circle mages were willowy little bastards.

"Yeah, still doing the smithing." If he decided to quit there would probably be a lot of upset folks out there. Not to mention Master Herritt would come looking for him - they were shorthanded as they were when he was off being a healer.

"My father was a smith and I grew up being one," he says, reaching out to take the mug being offered and signing a thank you with the other. "I didn't want to give that up. Had to for a while, but I kept busy."

He sips his drink with a little smile. "I should bring in my maul one day and see if you can balance it a bit." Another reason for them to meet up, too.

"You're an interesting man, Sam. How are you and Cyril getting along?"

"You might to stick around while I do it. Not sure I'd be able to hold it like you to tell where the balancing issue was." He's dealt with mauls before, but one that a large man like Taas handles was different. He certainly wasn't a scrawny mage, but he still didn't swing two handers around.

He's in the middle of taking a drink when Taas asks, which has Sam stopping mid drink and staring a bit over the edge of his mug. "Ah... I'd say we get along very well. Why?" More like was something said?

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