[After the first few times of introducing himself as Seeker Reed of the Inquisition, he decides to leave off the Seeker part. Malcolm, then, of the Inquisition. And Ioane. (It's a little unnatural for him to see a partner in a mission as just a second idle thought, but he can play the part as flawlessly as you please.) That the Inquisition is known even here, even if it's worries of trouble, is heartening in a way. But to know the Inquisition, and recognize Templars of course, but not know even the name Seeker of Truth? That troubles him. They haven't bee disappeared for that long. He tries to quell fears without making up too many details.
He stops before one of the quaint homes, at the dangling splash of purple light of sun filtered through glass. It's not the first decoration he's seen, and while to each their own...] Doesn't that seem more elaborate and expensive than a village like this ought to have?
[To be fair, he doesn't know much of Ioane, but if she's a working servant-type girl, she might have a better idea. He could help himself but doesn't, reaching up to lightly touch it and send it into a gentle spin.]
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He stops before one of the quaint homes, at the dangling splash of purple light of sun filtered through glass. It's not the first decoration he's seen, and while to each their own...] Doesn't that seem more elaborate and expensive than a village like this ought to have?
[To be fair, he doesn't know much of Ioane, but if she's a working servant-type girl, she might have a better idea. He could help himself but doesn't, reaching up to lightly touch it and send it into a gentle spin.]