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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[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.