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[OPEN] A dwarf out and about
WHO: Kit and OPEN
WHAT: Kit recovering from the injury he sustained in the Deep Roads, and then exploring the Gallows a bit.
WHEN: The latter half of Solace/July.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: This post is open to anyone who might have reason to drop by the infirmary, or interact with a slightly lost looking, ripped a f dwarf limping around the Gallows after his convalescence.
WHAT: Kit recovering from the injury he sustained in the Deep Roads, and then exploring the Gallows a bit.
WHEN: The latter half of Solace/July.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: This post is open to anyone who might have reason to drop by the infirmary, or interact with a slightly lost looking, ripped a f dwarf limping around the Gallows after his convalescence.
Kirkwall has changed since Kit was last in it.
He'd landed in the City of Chains the first time 'round the same summer the Arishok's warship ran aground and the Qunari themselves were camped out in their compound by the docks like dread sentinels. The dwarven mercenary band he'd been a part of at the time had been serving as a guard retinue for a Merchants' Guild caravan, and business had brought them into the city to settle old debts, and generate some new ones, all in the name of profit. The city had looked like a right shithole then, with the poor, the dead, and the dying right under the noses of the nobility, sitting pretty in their decadent Hightown estates. Chantry Templars and priestesses could be found at nearly every level of the city--save Darktown, of course, where they never set foot except in pursuit of apostates.
It still looked like a shithole--but at least the Gallows had a forest right in the middle of it now.
I. THE INFIRMARY
The cot he's been laid up in for the past couple of days is clean and comfortable; the blanket is a bit scratchy, and obviously cut for someone about a foot and a half taller than your average dwarf, but it gets the job done and keeps the chill out. A competent physicker has seen to his wounded leg, though after many failed attempts at cajoling Kit into accepting it, she finally accepts that he's just not going to tolerate a mage healer taking a look at the wound.
It means his leg still aches terribly days after his misadventure into the Deep Roads... but all things considered, he's definitely had worse.
It's a cool, early morning when he takes the crutch that has been left at his bedside and limps his way just outside the infirmary to roll himself a cigarette and have a smoke. Leaning against the doorframe, he squints his eyes against the morning light and enjoys the quiet, interrupted only by the drowsy sounds of the Gallows personnel as they wake, and the cries of seabirds.
II. THE LIBRARY
He's never been in a library before.
No, really. The casteless dwarves certainly weren't allowed into the Diamond Quarter back in Orzammar, let alone into the hallowed halls of the Shaperate with her many mysteries and memories of the dwarves who came before. As a dead-eyed duster kid looking up at the Diamond Quarter from the stifling ruins of Dust Town, Kit liked to imagine that there was, at one point, a Gandir dwarf who'd had a name, a caste, and a life recorded in those memories. Before he'd been reviled, and then forgotten, and then reviled again.
It was a stupid thing to waste energy daydreaming about, when he had no idea where his next meal was going to come from. And with the Legion, the only books he read were the ones that his fellows used to teach him his letters.
So it's not academic curiosity that brings Kit and his crutch limping into the Gallows library, each awkward step resonating with embarrassing noisiness throughout the cavernous chamber. He grimaces, and tries to peg-leg along more discreetly; does this place have anything on dwarven history? Probably not. He looks anyway.
III. WILDCARD
[got a better idea? go for it, man, I'll roll with anything as long as it's set in the Gallows]
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"Personally, I feel like my outfit could use another feather, or two." He gives Kit a smile, knowing what that the Dwarf means the other sort of outfit. That doesn't change that he's got his brown-feathered capelet on today.
"Welcome to the Inquisition for now, at least. You're... Kit, yes? If you've, mm, any questions about Kirkwall, I can try to answer."
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"Yeah, you look like you're about to run out," Kit replies wryly, then smiles in a way that he hopes demonstrates he's just teasing. Then he offers his hand out for Anders to shake, nodding his assent when the mage healer guesses his name.
"That's me. And the only question I've got is what do you guys do for fun around here? Last time I traveled through, only place to grab a drink and unwind was the Hanged Man."
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"Kirkwall is not exactly bursting with entertainment options. The brothel. the Blooming Rose is mostly clean, and I heal the employees every Monday morning of anything they've been exposed to if you wish to keep your risks low. The Hanged Man is still good, there are often footraces in the evening out at the docks but make sure you're armed for the walk home..." Another shrug. "What do you enjoy? Kirkwall may or may not have it."
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"...there are often footraces in the evening out at the docks..."
He grins at Anders lopsidedly and points out, "Think foot races are out for me, at least for a little bit." As for the rest, he shrugs. "Swimming is fun. Anything that keeps me outside in the sunshine, to be honest."
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"If I thought you were going to join them I'd have a guard set. I was suggesting going to watch and betting on them. Or simply cheering. As far as swimming goes, don't try the docks. That's where the offal from the day's catch is dropped back into the water, so there's more than a few sorts of creatures in the water that will try to eat you. But there's the Wounded Coast not too far out. It's..." The smirk fades a little, turns slightly wistful. "It's nice to go out to with a picnic and company. The swimming can be good as long as it's not storming."
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"Wounded Coast, huh?" he says, latching onto a different subject entirely. That one is safer. "Yeah, been out there a few times when I first came through Kirkwall. We didn't have much time for leisure swimming then, but it looked pretty nice, gotta say." It's possible he and Anders were in Kirkwall at the same time, though doubtless if they'd crossed paths, they'd have remembered it by now.
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"I admit that I spent most of my time on the coast gathering herbs. Swimming was... There was someone along on the trips who considered it a waste of time." Fun had never been worth it in Justice's opinion. Anders doesn't miss the limitations the spirit had placed on him. "Which means I should likely go back and give swimming a try."
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There's a vague cloud that comes over Anders' expression when he mentions a visitor accompanying him on his trips to the Wounded Coast, but Kit doesn't pry; everyone was liable to have some bad eggs in their history, and it wouldn't do to make his new friend uncomfortable by pressing the issue.
"Which means I should likely go back and give swimming a try."
"You sure should," Kit agrees and flashes him a lopsided grin. He takes one last drag off his cigarette, then tosses it into the dirt and squashes it with the toe of his boot, putting it out. "All right," he sighs, "I think my five minutes are long up, aren't they."
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"I wasn't going to push," Anders says mildly. "I know it's difficult to be stuck in a room. I've never been good at staying put myself, truth be told. That's why I'm a Grey Warden rather than just another former Circle mage."
Or dead. More likely dead, really.
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Kit laughs, his grin widening into an easy smile. "You and me both, salroka," he tells him, then reaches out to take the arm because, let's face it, he still needs it at this point. He lets Anders help him back into his cot without further protest.