faderift | Sssshhh she'll hear you.

WHO: Katniss Everdeen and Open
WHAT: The Mockingjay listens to Halamshiral
WHEN: Over the Halamshiral visit
WHERE: Halamshiral, all over the city.
NOTES: Slight warnings for elven racism.

In The Merchant Quarter

Inquisition Scouts do one thing where ever they are, and that is listen to the people around them. In the Merchant Quarter, there is no lack of people there. So while the Orlesians wandered from store to store, chattering at one another, Katniss wandered with them, her cloak showing the clear Inquisition pin on it. She let her mouth gape open and her borrowed mask stay a little crooked, and she spoke with the most Fereldan accent she could.

The Orlesians rolled their eyes, and ignored her, which meant she was able to do her job splendidly. Even better was the taverns, when drunken arguing usually meant some sort of useful information to bring along to Leliana later.

In the Alienage

Katniss made herself slight more discreet here - she dressed in her simple clothing and offered her help instead of just helping. At the catcalls of 'shem', her gaze would frost over as she explained that she was, in fact, a half-blood.

That gave her slightly more wiggle room to wander around and listen, but not much. Still, you could find her on the street corners and sitting in front of wells with other half-bloods, nodding her head quietly as they rambled off about their troubles.

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With a final nod, Vivienne turns to enter the party. She has a way of carrying herself that is half-gliding/half-swaying and all-intimidating. If anyone actually dared to point out the truth of the matter, she's just a mage who got lucky by making herself an influential noble's mistress. No one's ever so crass, nor so stupid. The woman's been firmly installed into the life of the man who heads the Council of Heralds and has the Empress' ear to boot. Crossing her is dangerous.

Which is why every head turns as Madame de Fer saunters in, and everyone is willing and eager to offer her smiles along with a healthy dose of fearful respect. No one at all thinks twice at her bringing along a bard or two to the party. Almost everyone has at least one in their entourage, like a life-sized, person shaped accessory. They're all to mingle, playing their own version of the Game while those with power do so on a different level. All carefully timed steps to ensure a win.

On her way through the room, she accepts a glass of champagne being passed around on a tray. It's safe to drink. Nobody is so vulgar as to attempt to poison guests at a salon. It's a far better show to do so at the dining table. None of the members of the Council are here this evening, which is both a disappointment and a relief. It sets the tone for the evening, which is playing hard against people far beneath her.

Fortunately, her friend, Vicomtesse Elodie is among the guests. She becomes the Iron Lady's first point of interest, to assure her dear friend that joining the Inquisition was the only sensible choice to make. Poor dear had been so frightened that Vivienne had gotten mixed up with murderers or worse.

Sssshhh she'll hear you.

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