faderift | A bottle of white, a bottle of red

WHO: Open to anyone that wants wine and warmth and a little company.
WHAT: Wine and no whining.
WHEN: After the mage meeting wraps up.
WHERE: Close to the healing tents, specifically the Orlesian section.
NOTES: There will be wine, drinking, unwinding, and nibbles.

The meeting had been stressful for just about everyone involved. Tempers had flared, opinions made known, a few rounds of confetti and arguing before some manner of accord. Whether it would last or however long it might? No one could truly say. In the interest of being quite done with the stress and headaches such debate brought on the Orlesian healing tents clearing out the potions, bandages, and poultices in favor of what cushions and braziers they had on hand for light and for heat. The space was open, warm, and inviting with an odd assortment of tin mugs or clay glasses set around flat side tables propped up with stones to keep them from wobbling and tipping the whole mass onto the ground. There are some dried fruits and hard cheeses, dried meat and hard crusted bread- whatever scraps they could scavenge or spare and a few bottles of wine or brandy. Across the entrance to the tents there was a sign:

Bring a bottle or food to share for entry.

Tacked below was a list of rules:

Everyone is welcome, don't make a fuss
Don't hog the wine
Don't hog the food
Don't fight or argue
If you finish a bottle open a new one, don't recork it for someone else to find
Clean up after yourselves

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"Well, considering the amount of shouting that got done, you might as well have located it to the roof. Less of a chance of mysterious fabric bombs, to boot." Beleth pointed out, a smile tugging at her lips. It might even be harder to eavesdrop, if they'd done it high enough. But that was hardly the point that Korrin was trying to make.

"The mages aren't as secretive as the Templars would be, I think. After all, many of us here are mages, or related to mages, within and without the Circles. The reason that most people don't know a lot about mages isn't because they keep their secrets, it's because the ones that are open about their magic are locked up, away from everyone else. And the people who aren't open have to be careful that they aren't discovered. But the Templars? Everyone knows of them, they're around enough, but...At least, I don't know a lot about them." She finished the last part lamely, dragging it out as she realized that maybe people like Sam could know about them. Maybe even Korrin. But she's the isolated Dalish, who knows little about the order, outside of the fact that they had spelled trouble for her clan.

But Sam's words make another smile threaten her lips, and she gives him a raised eyebrow. "Eh? So is that what they teach in your Circles? How to eavesdrop? I feel like I've missed out on something, now."

"Hey, the fabric bombs were the best part. Do that as often as you'd like. I'm sure it'd have uses outside those meetings, too." Random confetti around Skyhold, reducing tension where need be? Why not?

Taking a long sip at last, she the shrugs at mention of the Templars. "I can't say I'm an expert on Templars either, to be honest. I know their role in the Circle and outside it, but being here is the first time I've ever been around them for any extended period. Which, let me tell you, I could have done without just fine." Maybe there are decent Templars in the Order, but Korrin truly doesn't care. She doesn't want them near her regardless.

After another sip, she glances to Sam with a smirk at Beleth's comments."I don't, but I suppose if they lock you up in a tower all day every day, you have to find some way to amuse yourself. Maybe you should be part of the scouts after all."

He could say something about Templars, but it's not really a discussion he wants to get into at the moment. Half of it is obviously a culture thing - ugh humans right? - a quarter being Korrin obviously set in her views on them, and the last bit because they were supposed be having fun.

Course talking about fabric confetti bombs and the finery things one could do in the Circle were definite fun topics. The mention of him being part of the scouts gets a laugh out of him and he grins, looking between the two ladies. "Now wouldn't that be a sight, me being a scout. Would I have to learn to use a bow or could I still use magic?"

"You'd have to talk to Scout Harding, but I don't see why not. I mean, Merrick is a part of the scouts, and he doesn't do a lot of archery. He mostly just...stabs things." She gestured off to wherever Merrick had gotten himself to. "I mean, he's the best at stabbing things around, but he's still a scout. And you can always shot magic bolts instead of arrows, if you wanted." She's pretty sure that Sam isn't serious about joining the scouts, but the idea of a mage in their ranks was pretty amusing.

The subject of templars seemed like one that should also be dropped, and Beleth, in the interest of not having more conflicts than strictly necessary, did just so. The templar argument was one best saved for the council, Creators save them.

"Did you go to that class about climbing around on stuff? I know Gavin went. And Merrick went, so Gavin wouldn't die. Or get gored." Here she shot a look to Korrin, grinning wryly. "I hope you avoided the class that day, I can only imagine what would happen."

Korrin chuckles and shakes her head, having a fairly vivid image of how that would end up, one of the reasons why she was hesitant in the first place. "I chatted with Araceli for a while beforehand, but climbing isn't my forte and I wasn't about to subject anyone to it. But I did stick around to enjoy the show, how could I not?"

She looks Sam over, thoughtful. Joke or not, she likewise could see it as a feasible option for a mage. Why the hell not? "I don't see why magic couldn't be used. Not all of it's unsubtle and what is would find use anyway, right? Besides, you could do worse, answering to Harding." The Vashoth mage is already fond of the dwarven woman and wishing she had more excuses to run into her, but her own style is far more suited to direct battle than scouting.

He's still laughing, surprised that they both are actually supportive of him joining up with the scouts. Amusing indeed. "I think I'll have to pass on that. Shouldn't stretch myself too thin. I'm already a Mage and a Blacksmith. I'm taking magic lessons, and hand-to-hand..."

At this point Sam has his fingers up as he counts off the things he's up to. At hearing about the climbing he puts up another finger. "And climbing/falling lessons." Another finger went up for helping at the healing tents, but it wasn't really important.

"Yeah, I did. Both climbing and falling are a lot harder then they look," he smiles at Beleth at that before glancing at Korrin. "I must have just missed you then, Korrin. Araceli did mention you though. About applying barriers to the lessons?"

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