[open] got tired of wastin gas livin above the planet

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WHO: Ser Cade and yoooouuu
WHAT: Futzing about, trying to suck less, possibly failing
WHEN: Before he leaves for Kinloch Hold and everyone's dreams are broken
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Lemme know if you want a specific starter! Also negative CR is always welcome (read: inevitable), so please don't be afraid to either provoke it or ask me how it could be provoked on my end.

He's here, he's fairly anti-queer, he's not quite as vanished as he always tries to be but considerably moreso than the average person!

Cade can be found in a variety of places for those who care to look or just happen upon him accidentally, for better or worse. One of such locations is

the library, where he can occasionally be found curled up in a chair with a dessert of some kind and a smutty romance novel that he'll pretend is anything but. He'd take them to his room, but that seems a whole lot more sinful so maybe not.

The kitchen is where he acquires the aforementioned sugary snacks, for which he has a particular fondness. One of the cooks likes him, which raises the Likes Cade tally to about four.

Another such place is the Herald's Rest, where he is That Guy In the Corner, but less mysterious and brooding and more awkward and afraid someone's going to demand his lunch money. He averts his eyes from most people, but will talk to them if they approach and have a stronger personality than his own (which isn't hard).

In the courtyard, on his breaks, he can often be found sitting against a wall and fiddling relentlessly with a puzzle box. It can be funny to watch, especially when he gets super frustrated and goes red all the way to his ears. Life's hard.


Lastly, those who have busienss with Seeker Darton or Knight-Commander Norrington will first have to penetrate the receptionist's desk, wherein Cade is at his most dutiful and confident unless someone deliberately tries to make him uncomfortable. Which they never would, that's ridiculous.
(Do not actually penetrate the desk.)

[If none of those make you happy, toss me a PM and we can set up a starter. Or give me a wildcard if you like!]

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She looks over her shoulder to where he's indicating, then perches on a low bit of wall nearby, her legs not quite reaching the ground.

"I imagine it's marketed as quite the distraction." Her smile falters a little and she looks at him a little softer, sympathetically. "Although I'm not sure it's doing too good a job. May I ask what troubles you?"

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He is, of course, referring to the booth of Cyril Ashara, not that he remembers his name or would dare to speak it anyway. Beleth is fine, but the Dalish are still terrifying.
Cade looks a bit surprised by Eirlys' question-- what does trouble him? Aside from... almost everything?
"...nothing," he replies with a weak smile, "I'm just having a sit-down." It's half-true, at least.

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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry," she replies quickly, mentally kicking herself for assuming he'd be happy to share his load with a complete stranger, and an elf at that. She offers an apologetic smile. "Just having the time out for a sit-down is a blessing in itself these days."

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It's true that Cade has a healthy fear of elves, but he at least seems a little less nervous around Eirlys, who doesn't have lines on her face. ...tattoos. Whatever they are.
"It's all right," he assures her, "...I suppose it is." Several seconds pass, he fiddles with the box for their duration, then lowers it and hesitantly asks her, "are you a mage?"

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"Maker, no!" It hadn't occurred to her that anyone would think her a mage, and she says it rather vehemently, feeling a little guilty straight away as some of her closest friends here are mages. "No-- that is, I'm just a herbalist."

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"Oh." Admittedly, this is... something of a relief, and Cade smiles mildly. "...sorry." He hadn't thought the question would offend her, but he's also slightly reassured that she was so apparently affronted. It's always nice to meet other people who think mages are bad news.

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"It's all right," she replies, offering a small smile. "I suppose it's an impossible thing to know just by glancing at someone.