Open | Hanging out with a King

[conqueredhearts]

WHO: Iskandar and anyone who runs across him
WHAT: Iskandar is just spending some time doing various things and enjoying old and new friends along the way
WHEN: Last half of Firstfall
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Probably nothing but will add as needed

Stables

One place that people could be sure to find Iskandar was at the stables. He was here a great deal since this was where his horse was and where he'd really been sleeping. When people weren't interested in sharing their beds with him anyway. That was something that certainly happened plenty since he was very large and warm. But for today he was currently seated near a wall, singing softly in a language many natives wouldn't recognize. Perhaps many Rifters wouldn't either. After all, it was his native tongue and there weren't going to be many familiar with Ancient Macedonian.

In his hands was a saddle which he had over one knee while he rubbed the leather down with an oil to keep it looking beautiful. Perhaps most Kings would find someone else to do this but this was something Iskandar had always preferred to do himself. There was just something so relaxing about it. Of course, this didn't stop him from noticing company when it arrived and he smiled at the new arrival, still singing as he did.

Library

It likely wasn't common to see a giant man enjoying so many books but there he was on the floor of the library with a nice pile of them around him. The subjects varied but it was clear he really was reading through them. In his hands right now was what looked like something about the histories of some land and he was scratching his chin as he read through it. Now and then he made a small hum in thought before he finally closed the book and went to stretch, pausing only a moment to smile.

"Ah did you want to read this one?"

Tavern

One of Iskandar's favorite places to be was the tavern. It was here he learned many of the songs of these lands and where he watched people just live. It was fascinating to say the least but it did have him developing a burning desire of sorts. One that was like an itch he couldn't quite reach. He was really going to have to take care of that soon. Which was why he went to sit near the first person that he saw that had a seat available.

At least the first thing he gave was a smile.

"Would you happen to know where one could obtain a harp or lyre?" Yes, he really was going to need one soon.

[ooc: This is an example of what Iskandar's voice would sound like. For obvious reasons this is not what he's singing. This is just to give you an idea of what the tone and such would be!]

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[conqueredhearts]

"You have meals where you do not know the meat?" He frowned as he wondered what sort of food this master of Kif was feeding him. Then he gave a firm nod as he memorized the information that he'd been given. "I will make sure that it is a hearty soup with lots of vegetables. And I shall make sure that I am very aware of what the meat is so I can let you know."

Then he grinned. "Or I shall see about meat that is cooked to the side and add it to the soup! That way I can truly be sure of what we eat!"

[eternalsquire]

He shrugged, a bit self-conscious.

"When you can't afford much you don't ask questions. And then when it comes to Orlesian 'cuisine' you don't want to ask questions." The regular day-to-day fare was fine and he even liked it. But at the fancy parties, everything was iffy. Especially if it was decorated in any way.

"But you don't have to cook for me. I don't, I don't expect that." That's what nobles did for other nobles when they were courting, not... Kif stiffens, turning bright red as he recalls Iskandar's previous words about finding him attractive. Was that, was this... Was he being flirted with? No, it couldn't be. No one would flirt with him. All the same, it's terrifying and comforting in a combination he's never felt before.

[conqueredhearts]

"Ah you don't have to worry. I do not know how to cook beyond what it might take for me to survive were I out in the wild alone. Cooking is something I will leave to others who can provide us with pleasant flavors that we can enjoy." He did note that he stiffened though and went to spread his hand against Kif's stomach so he could offer him more support. Perhaps the elf was still nervous about being up so high on so big a horse. The least he could do was offer him some support.

"My gifts to others have always been along the lines of songs and poetry. I could write you something along those lines. You are truly lovely enough for me to create something of great wonder."