Malcolm has not spent money on a whole new outfit, despite the importance of appearance at the Winter Palace, but he's insisted on alterations. His outfit is still primarily black, broken up with silver clasps and buckles on his close-fitting jacket, the all-seeing eye of the Seekers embroidered in a shimmering black across its back to catch the light. But now his jacket has the addition of sharp coattails, and around his shoulders, a fur-lined piece of leather, the leather also black but the fur dyed a brilliantly deep and royal shade of blue, tied also with a string of silver. An equally blue silken sash is tied around his waist, just a thin piece knotted to the side, the dangling ends giving a flash of color to his movements.
He's left Milady to the kennels to be taken care of, as this is not the setting to be overwhelmingly Fereldan, though his leathers and lack of a mask will give that much away, much less his accent. (He had considered toeing the line with a purple mask, but he settled for tying some purple around Milady's neck, out of the way.)
Thankfully, for as long as he'd spent in Orlais at the Seeker headquarters, he's not ignorant to their ways, and will even on occasion converse in the language. His accent is not impeccable, but for a dog lord? Impressive. He is not here to patrol, but his eyes are keen and ears sharp for any potential incidents or items of interest. He does not often approach anyone for a dance, only doing so mostly for the sake of appearance, but he does more often get over his discomfort and approach people for conversation, gauging interest about the Inquisition, about who people support and why, but doesn't allow himself to get drawn into anything too long or argumentative. At times, he finds himself missing the company of Captain Reynolds, just to spice things up.
It isn't unusual to see him taking leave to take a turn around the inner and outer gardens, though whether it's for the air or to try and catch someone talkative unawares, who really knows.
Seeker Reed is somewhat aloof and exceedingly polite, a dark and intense figure, attentive, Fereldan, fashionable if somewhat outdated. Avoids sausage like the plague. Sticks to lighter, whiter wines.
Malcolm Reed
He's left Milady to the kennels to be taken care of, as this is not the setting to be overwhelmingly Fereldan, though his leathers and lack of a mask will give that much away, much less his accent. (He had considered toeing the line with a purple mask, but he settled for tying some purple around Milady's neck, out of the way.)
Thankfully, for as long as he'd spent in Orlais at the Seeker headquarters, he's not ignorant to their ways, and will even on occasion converse in the language. His accent is not impeccable, but for a dog lord? Impressive. He is not here to patrol, but his eyes are keen and ears sharp for any potential incidents or items of interest. He does not often approach anyone for a dance, only doing so mostly for the sake of appearance, but he does more often get over his discomfort and approach people for conversation, gauging interest about the Inquisition, about who people support and why, but doesn't allow himself to get drawn into anything too long or argumentative. At times, he finds himself missing the company of Captain Reynolds, just to spice things up.
It isn't unusual to see him taking leave to take a turn around the inner and outer gardens, though whether it's for the air or to try and catch someone talkative unawares, who really knows.
Seeker Reed is somewhat aloof and exceedingly polite, a dark and intense figure, attentive, Fereldan, fashionable if somewhat outdated. Avoids sausage like the plague. Sticks to lighter, whiter wines.