Spa day baby!

[sandsofhell]

WHO: Cyril and Walker
WHAT: Getting rid of migraines, aches and pains
WHEN: Whenever
WHERE: Near the tavern
NOTES: None yet?

Apparently Walker stands out and is known enough around Skyhold that someone can find him by just name alone. For a man whose profession it is to basically not exist this doesn't exactly sit well with him. Of course with the way he's dressed, talks and moves, that's probably not all too surprising.

He does stand out quite a bit.

Well either way, Walker had just finished a round of training not too long ago and was actually looking forward to something that could help his tensed muscles relax, and perhaps help to aliviate the pounding in his head from the day's stresses.

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[samahl]

Cyril found him after asking around a bit and couldn't help but grin at the sight of him. He was a rugged sort of man and Cyril could get behind that.

He reminded himself that he was going to stay professional with this. He knew that his Clanmates were expecting him to try to take advantage of people, but Walker had sounded like he really needed help. It was the least he could do to try and be real with his offer.

"Captain Martin Walker?" he asked carefully. The accent he had would sound Irish to Walker's ears. He was smaller than the human but lithe and lean. Right now he was looking up at him with a bit of curiosity.

[sandsofhell]

It might be best to keep things professional with a professional. Not that he would respond negatively to a bit of flirting, mind you, but it would certainly catch him off guard. Someone who wants to actively flirt with a person that was pooped out by green light, and the Templars are claiming to be demons? My that would be quite something.

But that aside, Walker also looked Cyril over a bit, hopefully he doesn't mind Walker thinking that he's a she at first. The elf must get that a lot, right? Right.

"I am, you're my mysterious benefactor I'm guessing." His own accent probably sounds close to being Fereldan, but would also be a bit...odd? Or so he's been led to believe.

[samahl]

Cyril doesn't mind being mistaken for a woman. If anything he thinks it a compliment, plus that mistake has helped him experience quite a lot. He smiles when Walker speaks.

"I suppose we'll have to see, won't we? I'm Cyril Ashara." After a moment, he offers his hand to shake. "I brought some oils to use if you're still up for the massage. They aren't your mysterious aspirin but they should help."

[sandsofhell]

"I suppose so." He shakes that hand firmly and friendly before letting go. "So long as you know what you're doing of course...you do know what you're doing, right? The oil's not going to start making me feel fuzzy and see things hopefully."

That was a joke, that was his attempt at joking.

[samahl]

Cyril chuckled a bit, just soft enough to acknowledge that he understood it wasn't meant seriously. "There are oils that can do that, but I wouldn't use it without permission first."

"For now, we should go somewhere you're comfortable. You'll have to at least lift your shirt if you don't want to take it off completely." He understood that sometimes humans were worried about their modesty.