"The south?" She blinks at that--not entirely startled, but it's been a while since she's heard anyone call the Free Marches the south. Perhaps he's from Rivain, or Antiva?
"I've spent most of my life in the Free Marches--at least, wandering the wilderness of it. Not actually visiting any cities--but, um. I'm used to the weather, at least. But--um. If you think this is cold, you should be glad that you weren't here when we were in Skyhold. The castle proper was alright, I suspect there was ancient magic involved in keeping it a suitable temperature. But I lived in a Grey Warden camp a bit of a walk away from it." She laughs quietly, shaking her head. Sometimes, despite the cold, she missed that camp. It was...private. Comfortable. The people there were always kind to her.
They were still here, of course, but it wasn't the same, all of them living in the same area with all the other assholes in the Inquisition.
"As for starting--I can start any time. I'm not sure how often I would be available, but...I think these hours would actually be the easiest for me to see you." She looks around, squinting into the sky. No sun quite yet, but it was threatening. "My job tends to have most activity happen...later in the day." Have you ever seen someone do spying at lunchtime? No, you haven't.
"Although--" There's hesitation, before she decides to go for it. "--I'd understand your hesitation, if you're worried about what people might think. Meeting me at absurd hours of the night. Morning. Whichever."
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"I've spent most of my life in the Free Marches--at least, wandering the wilderness of it. Not actually visiting any cities--but, um. I'm used to the weather, at least. But--um. If you think this is cold, you should be glad that you weren't here when we were in Skyhold. The castle proper was alright, I suspect there was ancient magic involved in keeping it a suitable temperature. But I lived in a Grey Warden camp a bit of a walk away from it." She laughs quietly, shaking her head. Sometimes, despite the cold, she missed that camp. It was...private. Comfortable. The people there were always kind to her.
They were still here, of course, but it wasn't the same, all of them living in the same area with all the other assholes in the Inquisition.
"As for starting--I can start any time. I'm not sure how often I would be available, but...I think these hours would actually be the easiest for me to see you." She looks around, squinting into the sky. No sun quite yet, but it was threatening. "My job tends to have most activity happen...later in the day." Have you ever seen someone do spying at lunchtime? No, you haven't.
"Although--" There's hesitation, before she decides to go for it. "--I'd understand your hesitation, if you're worried about what people might think. Meeting me at absurd hours of the night. Morning. Whichever."