The Horned Heroes Return

[quietblade]

WHO: Kas, Taashath + Open
WHAT: Kas and Taas return from their mission in Orlais after two months.
WHEN: Today and forward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Kas and Taas will be under different top comments to avoid playercesting.

Seeing the bridge to Skyhold was such a huge relief that neither qunari had expected, and the accompanying group of scouts seemed just as eager to get back. Mounts were spurred a bit more, hurrying over the last stretch before they all stopped in the courtyard.

Taas slid off his horse and brushed back his brown hair from his face. It was a bit messy and not put up in the usual array of braids - and he had a need of a razor, of the beginning of a scruffy beard was anything to go by. He's wearing his usual leather and armor, although his chest is covered by a shirt for once.

He doesn't look worse for wear, aside from his nose being extra crooked. (He might need to get that fixed later.)

Giving the mount a pat on the neck, he leaves it with a stablehand and takes a look at the state of Skyhold. At least it was in once piece... and hopefully the tavern was as well.

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Kas isn't as graceful in his dismounting, but the teen does seem a little less horrible at riding than he used to be. Rubbing his butt a bit, he sighs and scratches his head slightly before looking around. The scout uniform is a little ripped in places and the bow he got from Metaari is missing, but he's unharmed and even seems to have gained a bit of weight. It makes him appear a little bit less like a scrawny child and rather the young man he really is, so it's a good look for him.

Maker bless Orlaisian tiny cakes and hard work.

There's even a little smile on his lips as he looks around, eager to see Korrin, friends and maybe even meet new people.

Comments

[quietblade]

"Definitely framed. One of the scouts was picking up the murder weapon when guards arrived, and the uncle of the guy was screaming 'murderers' at once." He shakes his head a bit. "Guess who the real culprit was? Said uncle."

[el_tybs]

"Hey, spoilers. I didn't even get to guess." He's joking of course; that is completely awful to hear, Taas. "Sounds like a terrible time. I'm glad to see that you're all alright... How did you manage to prove you were innocent?"

[quietblade]

"Sorry, sorry." He chuckles, clapping Sam on the shoulder gently. "Some of the scouts avoided getting arrested, and mnaged to find a bunch of evidence eventually."

[el_tybs]

"Either they were bad at getting rid of evidence, or our scouts are really good." More then likely the latter - maybe a little of the former, too. "I bet you're looking forward to a drink," a pause to look at Taas' hair with a grin," and probably a trim?"

[quietblade]

"The scouts are amazing. It just took time." Time spent in a dungeon - but at least it was pretty calm and they were fed. He had been in worse places.

Mention of a drink has him grinning and he pats Sam's back. "Damn right I do. A trim would probably be a good idea as well. It's a mess."

[el_tybs]

"I can certainly help with the drink. Not so much with the trim." He's cut his hair a couple times, but mostly he gets someone else to do it. As for shaving, that was a huge sign of trust and intimacy to let someone else do that for you. At this point he'd consider him and Taas friends, but nothing closer then that. Not to say he wasn't curious from time to time considering Cyril wasn't shy in talking about such things.