[ open ] potions + poisons

[anacardiaceae]

WHO: Pamelia + you
WHAT: Making potions, making poisons, meeting people
WHEN: mid-Kingsway
WHERE: library ~ tavern ~ gardens ~ around
NOTES: Pamelia left notes around Skyhold, advertising her work. Time to meet the customers.

[ library ]

Truth be told, she often sleeps here late into the night, pouring over books and making notes. Tucked into one of the overstuffed chairs in a dark corner, she wraps herself up in a blanket-sized scarf over her fairly simple dress (similar to the lady on the left), hiding her hair from sight until the sound of feet ascending and descending the stairs rouses her. It's usually predawn that has her making the path from the library to attend to her own needs, but by the time the sun is up properly Pamelia has returned to the stacks of books, her notes, and a small table.

She doesn't look up when steps pass, but if they hesitate, her dark eyes are interested.

[ tavern ]

Pamelia nurses one ale all afternoon, red and shining, alternating it with bits of cheese and staring off into the middle distance. This is where she feels the least comfortable, though not entirely uncomfortable. There's just boisterous talk, and music, and drunk men who occasionally take the empty seat across from her as invitation to sit and talk.

Hopefully that's not happening right this instance, but if it is, Pamelia's got her eyes on her drink and her hand on her forehead, trying honestly to ignore the person across from her.

Perhaps choosing the tavern as a place people could find her wasn't the best idea.

[ gardens ]

There are several, but Pamelia travels from one to another throughout the days; tending to a plant here, sketching another in black ink there. In this environment she is the most relaxed, but also the most likely to forget that others may be looking for her; an unannounced visitor may cause her to start.

She'll recover quickly, however, and offer a smile.

[ choose your own adventure ]

Want to find Pam elsewhere, away from prying eyes? Go for it!

Comments

[sistertohermen]

"Yeah, guy didn't seem like the type to understand the meaning of the word no. Hey--" She stands in her chair and motions to the bartender. "Some cold water over here, thanks!" And plunks back down. It's for both of them, but more powder girl than her.

"Drunks are awful." She's got first hand experience with that. "I can stick around, make sure nobody else gives you that look."

[anacardiaceae]

"I wouldn't wish to impose." Truth be told Pamelia kind of wants to leave, but it would probably be better for her to have a drink and calm her nerves first. She doesn't want this drink, however, "But if you wouldn't mind, I would be honestly thankful."

Someone brings the cold water and Pamelia takes a gulp. Tries to remember to breathe.

[sistertohermen]

"It's usually not so bad in here, but the more people the Inquisition recruits, well." Shrug. That's a lot of people passing through here. She's keeping an eye out, that's for sure. "Did you make that yourself? Your sleeping powder."