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WHO: Jhin & YOU
WHAT: The Inquisition gets a new assassin, aka Jhin gets used to Skyhold.
WHEN: 20th - rest of the month.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Just a little log to get acquainted with peoples. Feel free to throw in your own prompt or give me a poke if you want something specific.

❝the garden❞

Skyhold was... interesting, to say the least. It was a rather big change to the House of Repose and Orlais in general, but he would have to make do. Not that he had much choice, he wasn't exactly about to break his contract. This would bring about potential for art he'd never have a chance for elsewhere. Hopefully.

Adjusting has certainly been a task, but Jhin's found some comfort in the garden. The beauty of the plants was relaxing enough to take his mind off of any frustrations. It's often that he finds himself there, sitting and just taking it all in. Humming quietly to himself.

❝the tavern❞

While Jhin seems to rarely remove his mask, it doesn't stop him from spending some time in the tavern. No he's not drinking anything, more of relaxing and listening to the noise. Perhaps studying Skyhold's inhabitants. He takes his seat in a corner, out of the way. One day he might actually drink something.

Today likely isn't that day.

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There are definitely some weird sorts around Skyhold, who have joined the Inquisition in some way or another. Mask guy is pretty weird, though, and every time she tries to ignore him in the corner, just sitting there, she finds herself looking back at him in no time at all.

Okay. So. He's in a corner, and there are several people here in case something happens. So, direct approach. Rachette moseys on over and leans on the table (as casually as someone dwarf-sized can do). "So what's with the mask?"

He expected that sitting in the tavern and not drinking would likely result in at least one person approaching him. Be they drunk or not. But he wasn't expecting a question on his mask. Yes perhaps it was a tad out of place outside of Orlais. In a tavern.

All right, rather out of place in Skyhold.

"I like it."

It's the simplest answer.

Masks for celebrations, maybe. Masks for balls. Apparently it's a big thing in Orlais, because Orlais is...weird...like that. Even in battle! It would severely cut down on field of vision, but if someone takes an arrow to the face, it'll just bounce off, depending.

This isn't Orlais, it's not a ball or a party of any kind, and this isn't battle, so. "Doesn't it get too hot to wear?"

Jhin shrugs at the question, "Not particularly."

He's never found his mask causing anything unpleasant for him, and certainly not making him overly hot. He had a reputation to uphold, not wearing it would be terribly gauche. It would reflect badly upon him and the House of Repose. Though in Skyhold he likely doesn't need it, to do away with it- Well no one wants to see his face.

The mask is better.

"I suppose I am accustomed to it. I've worn one for most of my life."

C'mon, this dwarf wants to see his face. "Don't you ever take it off? What about bathing? Sleeping?" She looks around the tavern then back to his...face. "Eating?"

"I'm doing none of those things right now." He laughs, clearly entertained by the questions. It wasn't often, or ever, that he got asked about when he actually took his mask off. But he does take it off when he needs to.

"Can't say I know anyone that can manage eating with a full mask on."

Her eyes narrow further, as if trying to discern a manner to eat with a full mask on. Or trying to discern if he's making fun of her. Maybe both. "Maybe you just lift it up enough to shove a spoon in your mouth. It would still technically be on."

Jhin just shakes his head, "Oh I'm certain you could, but that would just be cheating. Potentially rather rude, depending on the company."

Of course one could also argue that taking it off fully to eat could be considered rude as well, but such things seemed far less likely in a place like Skyhold.

"I do eat with mine off."

"So you just like being mysterious." A beat. "And Orlesian." They like their stuffy fluffy face masks, right? Just...not like his. His definitely sticks out a little.

"Mysterious," he shrugs, it wasn't something he'd really thought of. "Can't say that was my intent. But definitely Orlesian." He couldn't deny that if he tried.

Yes true his mask was different, but he enjoyed that aspect of it. Set himself apart from the other assassins, yet was still identifiable, to those that knew, that he was a member of the House of Repose.

"Is there truly something so odd about wearing a mask?"

"I guess it wouldn't be odd in Orlais, but I don't know if it's common anywhere else." Definitely not in Orzammar, and it doesn't seem to be common around the Hinterlands or around Ferelden... "What's the point, other than hiding identity?"

"Hiding identity?" Jhin chuckles, shaking his head. "Why they do the exact opposite of that. They represent things like class, which family you're from, or who you work for."

Not to mention to be without one. Well, he would certainly never do something so gauche in Orlais.

"Mine of course identifies me as an assassin from the House of Repose. Though I do see how it is less identifiable to those not familiar with all that goes on in Orlais."

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