[OPEN] A dwarf out and about

[ragweed]

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.

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]

Comments

[arlathvhen]

"For me?" It's still taking adjustment, being this well known. But it comes with the territory, and she accepted it when she accepted the job. Polite curiosity turns into genuine curiosity as he goes on to explain what he wanted, and who he was. "Legionnaire?" Her mind casts around, trying to figure out a Legionnaire of what, exactly, feeling the acuteness of the isolation she spent most of her life in. But he's a dwarf, and that gives her a clue.

"Legion of...the Dead?" She hazards, a sheepish smile on her face, in case she's wrong. But the point here is that he wants to talk about being a scout! She looks around, then down at the crate in her arms, and shifts around. "Just a moment--Let me hand these off, then we can talk shop."

She's gone in a flash, and returns shortly after, minus one crate of miscellaneous potions. She rubs her hands on her pants as she focuses on the task at hand. "Okay, so you've been a scout for twenty years? Creators, I don't know who else in my unit has that much experience, it'd be an honor to have you with us. Can you give me an idea of what your main skills are, and what kind of jobs you usually did as a scout? Spying, recon, crypography, etc."

[ragweed]

It puffs up his pride a bit to hear her praise his experience, but he's not naturally a very prideful person, and so turns a slightly abashed grin down towards the dirt under his feet. The rest of her question he's better equipped to handle.

"Can you give me an idea of what your main skills are, and what kind of jobs you usually did as a scout? Spying, recon, crypography, etc."

"Spying and recon, mostly," he explains, "when I wasn't on the front lines. I'm handy with a set of lock picks if need be, but I'm sure you've got other folks for stuff like that."

[arlathvhen]

Beleth nods along, already inventorying what possible jobs she could have him do, and where he'd be the most needed. Maybe shuffling around some of the less experienced scouts? She'll have to look into it when she has her schedules handy.

"Those are both things we can always use more of. I can send you a list of possible tasks." She replies, nodding along. There's a pause for thought, and then: "If I may ask--and feel free to say no, if you'd rather not--would you be willing to give lessons to some of the younger scouts in the division? I don't have a list of anyone offhand, I try not to press anyone to take lessons unless they ask, or...obviously need it." She clears her throat. In other words, unless they fuck up.

"But...most of the people that helped train others in various...rogueish activity have either left the Inquisition, or are still in Skyhold. It's my job to make sure that any of my people who want access to more education can get it, and I'm well aware that I only have so much ability that I can pass on to others."

[ragweed]

It sounds to kit rather like Beleth has had a lot of responsibility dropped onto her shoulders, and has been bearing up quite well given the circumstances. At her request, he raises his eyebrows some, giving his shoulders a hapless sort of shrug.

"Well I'm not great with a bow and arrow," he admits--not much call for those weapons in the Legion, "but I can teach just about anyone how to dual wield axes. Couple of tricks I picked up during the Legion."

He offers his hand out to her and smiles. "I'm happy to help."