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WHO: Cyril and OPEN; starts for: Pel, Sam, Cassandra, Lex Luthur, Ellana, Anders, Kalli, and Bruce. Contact if you want your own starter.
WHAT: Cyril sells wares at his booth, and other assorted scenes.
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: None yet

In the courtyard of Skyhold there are assorted booths that sell a variety of items. When someone needs armor or other items, they can purchase them. The booth run by a small blond elf holds a variety of hunting traps, fighting traps, and other trinkets. He's fond of crafting little things of amusement, such a toys or puzzle boxes. Those typically don't sell as well, but he still enjoys working on them.

He's tinkering with one of them now, a sort of puzzle toy that has a couple moving pieces. He puts it together and tests it, then figures out he doesn't like the way it works and starts dismantling it to start over. Despite his apparent distraction, the moment someone comes near he looks up and smiles at them, welcoming them to spend gold here if they wish.

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"Think of it: I'm on a mission and I'm captured. The enemy starts questioning me on the Inquisition. I have to be able to lie without my face turning red and voice stammering, because I'm not about to give up secrets."

"Hm, that's a good point," Cyril concedes as he bites into a piece of fruit. "But let's try not to get captured."

"It wasn't my first plan." She gives him a crooked smiling and keeps eating. "I can shift into a couple different animals, so hopefully I could escape that way." The bird being the easiest one to use for an escape.

"Are you still designing puzzles?"

"I am!" he brightens up as they talk about it. "I've gotten pretty good at it. Some of the soldiers are using my boxes to amuse them when they're bored. I keep giving them away for free to test them."

"Oh, good!" she says, glad so see his eyes light up. It's important to her that the people she cares about be happy and satisfied while they're here working for the Inquisition. Things can get stressful and dangerous, so moments to relax are important.

"I was wondering, would you possibly be interested in putting Dalish designs on some of your puzzle boxes? I copied some designs from the ruin I visited." Ellana doesn't yet reach for her notebook, since she doesn't want him to feel like he has to if he doesn't like the idea.

"Oh, that's a really good idea," Cyril said thoughtfully. "If you show them to me then I can see about designing them. You could even paint them for me."

"Well, I could try," she says, pulling her notebook into her lap with a self-deprecating smile. "I'm not a very good artist. With these, I've redrawn them a few times to get them looking decent."

She flips to a page with a sunburst pattern carefully drawn on it for Elgar'nan. "I thought this would look lovely in some kind of gold paint? Or yellow if gold costs too much."

"Those would look lovely," Cyril agrees. "Do you mind if you draw one for me so I can copy it?"

"Sure! I have it memorized by now." She flips to a fresh page in the back and starts sketching out the shape, pausing to push back her hair as it falls forward in her way.

"There were these metal gates designed like Mythal's trees too. They might look nice."

"Yeah, that would look really nice. I could put together some boxes for humans, dwarves, and qunari too. Though I doubt most dwarves were be interested in these...."

"You don't think so?" she asks, taking a moment to count her sunburst points. "Is it because they make their own?"

"Yeah, and dwarven technology is so impressive."

"Gavin's been to Orzammar. He told me about it once." She pauses to look up and snag a strawberry. "I'm not sure I'd like it down there. I mean, I've been in caves and ruins, but something about that place... maybe because it's so close to a Deep Roads entrance? I just don't think I'd like it. And that's even if I'd be allowed in. I have no idea how Gavin managed it. Still, a lot of their technology would be on display."

"Well, if you ever get an invitation pass it on to me, I'd love to see it." He looks a little wishful at the idea.

"You'd get an invitation before I would!" she protests lightly. "They would probably be interested in your traps as a way to catch nugs."

"I should market them that way to increase my chances." He grins at the idea. "I'd have to be really careful though. I wouldn't want to injure them and get in trouble with Sister Leliana. She's one of the best leaders that we have."

"Oh, I wouldn't want you to hurt them either! I'm sure there's some kind of cage you can make that they can walk in, but not back out again." And in the meantime they can nibble on a treat at the end of the cage. Easy.

"That's probably for the best. Then I could market it to the people who want nugs as pets and spread the word until the dwarves decide the want me to visit." He says it so wishfully. Never mind that they probably have traps of their own and their own methods for getting nugs. Right now is a time to dream.

Sometimes dreams are all a person has, Cyril. But then someday things are set in motion and they become a reality. Just look at her.

She nods in agreement, hoping the dwarves of Orzammar take notice. The Inquisition and its message is being spread far and wide, so who knows? For now, she just finishes the sketch of the sun and tears it out of her notebook.

"Here you are. I can't wait to see it on your boxes."

He takes the sketch and admires it for a moment before folding it just enough to keep it easily on his person. "Thank you so much," he says.

Then, after a moment, "So, Sam and I are trying that whole being serious about each other thing." He knows that's very much out of left field, but he doesn't know how else to bring it up. Any time he discussed Sam around her it would have been clear he had a thing for the mage, but he would have always denied it until now - insisted they were just friends.

"I'm not sure I'll be any good at it, but he seems willing to give me a try."

Ellana blinks rapidly a couple times, as if needing to clear her head to be sure she's heard him right.

"Serious? You mean a relationship?" Her expression shifts to a huge grin. "Oh, Cyril, that sounds wonderful! And with Sam, too. See, I knew you liked him!" And she's hard pressed to pick any other man at Skyhold she'd trust with Cyril more. Trust in the sense of easing him into a relationship, that is.

"I suppose I do," Cyril says thoughtfully but her grin makes him look a little embarrassed. He doesn't show it though, rather he leans back and looks a little amused. "I'm surprised that he didn't."

"I think Sam errs on the side of 'everyone is friendly, but it doesn't mean more.' Probably because he's friendly to everyone too." Ellana shrugs and flips idly through her notebook. "I noticed long ago at the soiree that he looked sad because he and Krem had separated. I wished then that there was something I could do for him to lift his spirits, but since then I haven't really kept up with his relationship status. I'm glad he has you now." And now she smiles at him teasingly. "Now I don't have to spy on his significant other to see if they're good enough for him. I already know you are."

Cyril nodded a bit. "I noticed that about the soiree too. He and I went for a walk and I tried to cheer him up." He had also almost confessed his feelings back then too, but had stopped himself out of fear.

"I'm not sure about the last bit, but I hope I don't disappoint him."

"Oh, don't be hard on yourself, Cyril. You have a lot to offer someone." And she's sure Sam already sees it all and could never be disappointed in him.