Out flew the web and floated wide-

[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan, Bruce, Kain, Jehan, Ciri, Sabine, Velanna
WHAT: A stroll in Serault; the Venatori want to repair an eluvian so they've entrenched themselves but Serault has reached out to Morrigan to 'invite her to visit'. She enlists the best team ever to come check this out
WHEN: Mid-Firstfall, we're handwaving time a bit
WHERE: Serault
NOTES: ooc plotting post.

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[ichaer]

There is a quiet moment where Ciri simply glances over to Velanna from where she sits and listens as the woman speaks, lips quirking into a half smile. Her eyes flicker back toward Louis with a curious tilt of her head before tiredly shrugging her shoulders at the mention of difficulties.

As war torn as Orlais was it seemed they managed to keep a wide enough berth from any of the warring factions scattered about.

"Agreed," she says, adjusting the reigns as Kelpie digs at the ground with her hoof once more. "Let us not prattle on with inconsequential talk when we've come here with a purpose and on Serault's invitation. The faster we get to work, the faster we shall be out of your hair."

[arcaneadvisor]

"You rather single yourselves out, I believe." In this at least, Louis is bold and he straightens himself, unaccustomed to looking up at an elf in such a way. "If you will all dismount? It will all go more easily on foot. You have come all this way unharmed, untroubled, even such a-- unique party such as yourselves, continuing on foot-"

Morrigan swings herself down from the saddle (lacking in grace, she spends so little time on a horse because she's had very little need of them in her life) to cut him off. "A tour of the glassworks, that is what was offered. We would see them directly." And to prompt him into the actual leading so that those who might be best suited for getting a look around as they go, she starts moving since she does remember the way herself anyway.

"All of us," she adds since she does have a title she could use, if she felt the need for it.

[amygdalae]

Bruce doesn't really think about it when he shifts to have his dracolisk (and thus himself by proxy) stand closer to Velanna and her mount. He knows he can take care of herself, but still--sometimes, he thinks darkly, humans are the true monsters of Thedas. He himself certainly was one.

He listens to the man prattle on for a while more before Morrigan smoothly interrupts him, and when she gets off her mount Bruce does the same a few moments later. Once he's on his feet the dracolisk happily nuzzles his face, forked tongue coming out and sloppily licking him in the face like a huge mabari.

Bruce splutters and gets his dracolisk to back off as quickly as he can while his face is drenched in dracolisk saliva. Nothing to see here, folks, just move along without him.

[in_death_sacrifice]

It's really hard not to roll his eyes at their guide, or add some snide remark. But Ciri is right, they need to get on with things. He's still watchful and wary, but so far... so good? Hopefully? He's certainly questioning just how accommodating their host really intends to be.

Kain does find some distraction and amusement in Bruce's dracolisk's reaction. What a spirited creature, he approves greatly. He pets his own dracolisk gently, whispering some calming words before dismounting. He's ready to move on, they came all this way for this tour after all.

"Lead the way."

[arcaneadvisor]

Somehow in the commotion of such an arrival - of course she couldn't arrive with normal people riding normal mounts, oh no that wouldn't do - Louis had overlooked the dracolisks. Admirable, maybe. Or maybe there just comes a point where a man cannot endure much more and so he simply chooses to ignore it entirely.

"I trust they will not bite? Injury is understandable in our line of work - we must all sacrifice for our beauty," the smile is a knowing one, man to man from Bruce to Kain to Jehan as if to say ah, the soiree season of course and it does start brave to Morrigan and to Ciri but it freezes at Sabine. Dies a strangled little death at Velanna. He will forge on ahead as he must. As he has since this began. Easier with his back to them he finds. All he has to do is walk a path he knows well with them following and then his part is ended. "But to lose fingers to beasts? Rather uncalled for, wouldn't you say?"

"They prefer the hair of small boys," Morrigan interrupts, breezily bored as she glances over to windows where fewer curtains twitch than expected. Does that help Louis or not, she doesn't really care but better bald and maybe with a nibbled ear than missing a thumb and forefinger when you're working with tools.

Up ahead looms the glassworks, quite a grand operation but for something that is the heart of Serault, even those who don't know much about glassworks will note that there doesn't seem to be any sort of hustle or bustle. It could really be mistaken for closed. But it's Orlais. And Orlais never does stop, not for the wealthy or lovers of beautiful things, not even with a war raging across the land.