(open) our memory will be my lullaby

[sulena]

WHO: Ciri, Saoirse and OPEN
WHAT: Arrivals, settling and a general catch-all for both of mine throughout the month.
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Starters in the comments if you're interested in a certain starter with either of mine, feel free to hit me up through PM or on plurk.

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[sulena]

Although there is no food is wiggling fingers, there are belly rubs and Saoirse is happy to offer them. There might even be some bread and cheese in Truffles' future at this rate. The elf, meanwhile, raises a brow to Yngvi with a sudden grin.

"I could not agree more," she says with a laugh. "Saoirse Ceallach, a new arrival as of this morning. I have four in my company that were in desperate need of healers and I heard many good things of the ones here."

[inagutterson]

"Is that a Starkhaven name?" It could be Dalish. No Vallaslin on her face but there are plenty of surface dwarves who still insist on going by good old Orzammar sounding names. Even he didn't get to escape that but there's something in him that's sure he can maybe relax.

There's a sad lack of Marchers. Dog lords, Orlesians with one or two worth the time of day. Tales of a 'Vint. Grey folk with too great an allocation of leg. One Nevarran what he knows of.

"A lot of halla piss about here since no one sees the need of a proper dwarven alchemist but y'know, dwarves are funny, we all look the same to everyone. I get mistaken for six or seven. You a mercenary then? What's the company?" He maybe sounds hopeful because he is starved of news from folks like him, warming up more than he does. Let him down gently. Or not he can take it.

[sulena]

"The very best of Starkhaven names," she says with a grin.

But she would readily agree on the sad lack of Marchers present within these fortress walls and she has only just arrived. There was certainly a sad lack of proper Marcher food too. What she had seen seemed far too bland (Ferelden, no doubt) and far too ridiculous (likely Oresian) to consider for long before she ended up here with hard bread and cheese.

"I am not a mercenary myself, no. I've worked with my far share of companies between the Marcher cities though. They have been my biggest aid in relocation efforts." Saoirse says, humming in thought. "I'm most familiar with the Stonearrows in Markham and the Forges in Ansburg. There's also a company I worked with recently out of Wycome calling themselves the Mummers. Between Kirkwall and Starkhaven, I've lost count on the number I've worked with."

[inagutterson]

"Think you might be the first I've met since I got here, makes a change for me being born and bred Kirkwall." Just slightly tentative since the last Starkhaven person he knew of kind of ended up with a bit of a reputation but hey, you can't judge everyone on the merits of upstart princes now can you?

Food is food though and if you ever had to fight for your supper? You'll eat anything then complain loudly about it later. Yngvi has eaten twigs and pinecones and stewed bones of unknown origin. Still better than the snails he's had to eat at a dinner party.

"How d'you get involved with that without signing on? Coterie'll sometimes cut a few deals here and there but they're strictly Kirkwall and, you'll forgive me for saying it, but you don't have the face for the Carta." He'd remember that, even having left as long ago as he did. Some of the names he might have heard in passing but that's never really been his job to remember stuff like that unless he's been told to do it. Or that's the story he likes to stick with along with a smile. "I've been with the Boneflayers since about the time the Qunari landed in Kirkwall when we all made the collective decision to start the nomadic lifestyle when he set everything on fire that one time. Got to see more of Thedas than just the Free Marches. And less of that stupid tourney for tits."