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WHO: Cyril and OPEN (starters for Pel, Sam, Iskandar, Anders, and Kirk - let me know if you want your own)
WHAT: In an effort to take his mind off certain people he's missing, Cyril sets up shop to sell his traps and puzzles again.
WHEN: Throughout the day
WHERE: The stall is in the Gallows, otherwise out and about.
NOTES: None yet

Taas was gone, reassigned to another place, and Merrick was spending more and more time away from him in the shadows of this city. Cyril wasn't lonely, but he missed them both. He had other people around him - friends, lovers, and family - but he was coming to realize that the spots where those people had been couldn't be filled with anyone else.

He still had Taas's dragon tooth, and that helped. He never took it off now and had put the silver ring he had stolen from Sam so long ago on the same rope around his neck. He still saw Merrick from time to time too, but the visits were becoming fewer and fewer.

Rather than dwell, he wanted to sell the items he once had in Skyhold's courtyard. The stall he has is small, but it shows a collection of puzzle boxes and traps that someone can buy for reasonable pricing. As people walk by he's playing with one of the boxes now, twisting them to show how they work.

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"Oh dear, could you imagine his reaction the first time someone disrespected you in front of him?" Cyril asked, with a mock-alarmed expression on his face. They really didn't have to imagine it, honestly. There were reasons that Merrick had thought it would be better to have some time in the shadows.

He honestly thought that Beleth had a handle on it without the threat of disembowelment.

"I've been... well. I think." He had to get used to Merrick not being around himself and on top of that Taas had been reassigned outside of Kirkwall.

"It would be the last time someone disrespected me." Beleth points out mildly, without any real seriousness behind it. She's well aware of what Merrick would be likely to do, and what the repercussions of those actions would be--upon both herself and Merrick.

But it's still cathartic to imagine.

She shoots Cyril a sympathetic glance at the way he words it, and reaches to give his arm a little pat. "Sometimes, Cyril, that's the best that we can do. Just take it one day at a time. It'll get better."

"It helps to not be alone," Cyril pointed out. Then, after a moment, "Considering all of the stresses of your new role I hope you have a good support group built up. Or at least something squishy you can punch."