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A Reunion

WHO: Haelan, Adasse, Coco and YOU
WHAT: A Reunion and Drunken Shenanigans
WHEN: Several days after Adasse starts working for the Inquisition
WHERE: The Gallows and then Lowtown
NOTES: These boys have pottymouths.

Closed Log for Adasse

The Inquisition is hard work.

So okay you get free food and now that people actually know who he is they don't mind him sleeping somewhere out of the way. But they still have him running around all over the place, all over Kirkwall doing errands.

And he doesn't even have a swanky new uniform with that funny firey eye on it... but then again, he's not actually a member of the Inquisition per se.

Still, when he bumps into Adasse, he'll tell him that he is. A fully paid up member of the Inquisition. Fighting the good fight. Saving Thedas. That'll impress him. For all of five seconds before he calls Haelan out on his bullshit, but for those five seconds it will be worth it.

It's actually a bit weird. He's not actually seen his friend for a few days. It's not unusual for them not to see each other for a day, if Haelan is lying low or Adasse is doing an elf-thing. But for more than two days at a time was weird.

He'd have to go and find him. Check out the old haunts: The Hanged Man and the Rose and Darktown's safer corners. Adasse wasn't in trouble, probably, but he would be somewhere.

Haelan starts looking as soon as his last job is over for the day. It's mid-afternoon and the courtyard outside the Gallows is bustling. It would be the perfect time to pick some pockets... but he resists and begins to push his way through the crowd when suddenly he hears the familiar squeal of a little chocolate nug.

"Coco?" He says, and then looks around. You don't find Coco without Adasse. Not unless there's something wrong. But the little nug doesn't seem upset.

He scoops the little nug up into his arms, scratching it behind it's ears.

"Adasse's around here somewhere, huh?"

Why Adasse is at the Gallows is anyone's guess, but Haelan plans to find out. He puts the nug back on the cobble stones, and follows it as it dashes through the crowd.

Kirkwall's Lowtown: Open Log

It's late, so late that "early" might possibly be applicable, and Lowtown isn't full of the usual creaking of timbers, the sneaking of criminals, or the gentle sound of the tree leaves rustling in the alienage.

All those softer noises are covered up by two drunks, laughing and leaning on each other for support, with trays of cupcakes. They're rather pretty, with little chocolate nugs on top, the icing a lovely soft swirl. They're the sort of cupcakes you'd expect to see in a fancy bakery window, up in Hightown, and pay a pretty penny for too.

Andraste only knows how these two afforded them.

"Cupcake for you, serah?" Haelan hiccups as a shadowy figure hurries by, as far away from the pair as he can. "No? One more for me, serah!"

If you're unlucky enough to have business in Lowtown tonight, you're going to be accosted by these two trying to share thier delicious haul.

"Adasse? Adasse, I'm beginning to think these- these people don't like cupcakes."

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Maker he hopes os. Speaking of, he whistles so Coco will stop letting himself get fawned over by the scouts, and scamper on after them, so that when Haelan pulls away he can swoop up the nug and put him on his shoulder.

"Three days in Kirkwall usually equals a corpse, you know that. Especially in our line of work." He pauses, before he states simply, "Well - maybe the Inquisition will do what needs to be done."

Another pause, "...beat his pox-riddled arse with half of Dark Town watching. Honestly, I was in a state fit to be tied. Broke the cardinal rule - let my heart overrule my head. Should have played it smarter or I wouldn't have gotten nicked."

"Not for us!" Haelan counters. "Three days for us means becoming indispensable members of the Inquisition!" he says, nudging Adasse gently, trying to get him to cheer up.

"Anyway, Prickles wouldn't stick me without gloating at you, cos he's an arsehole." He feels it's worth pointing that out. Adasse would be the first to hear, because Prickles liked to feel important. It was just a pity that Adasse could beat him with one hand tied behind his back.

"I know you love me. But the Harlots?" He says, "They're big trouble, Adasse. Really big trouble." And they were crossing back into Lowtown now. To the docks. Where the Harlots would have eyes and ears.

"... You know what I have always liked best about you, Haelan. Your way to see the world in a completely logical way." One corner of Adasse's mouth lifted then the other.

"Yeah, he absolutely is. Which was why when he mocked me that you were probably dead in some gutter? I lost my temper." He let out a sigh. "Well, Prickles won't be running anything for awhile."

He glanced over at Haelan, before he patted his friend on the arm. "I know. But like you said - Inquisition now. So whatever they do? It won't be in the middle of the day."

"Not my witty jokes and beautiful singing voice?" Haelan teases. He knows that he's probably seeing the world in a very simple way, that things are a lot more complicated. But as far as Haelan is concerned, neither of them are currently in danger at this moment, they might even have stumbled on a way to make themselves a bit of money in reasonable safety. That's more than they might have expected in any other situation.

They'll just... have to deal with the Harlots somehow.

"I'm not going to die in a gutter." He huffs, as the boat they're in touches the dockside on the Kirkwall side of the bay. "I'm going to die in bed, with the prettiest girl in the Blooming Rose. A fortune-teller told me."

Not that he believes it, but he's not died in a gutter yet. Neither can he afford the prettiest girl in the Rose, so he's probably good for a few years.

"So we're safe. In that case, before it gets dark and they poke us full of holes, you tell me what happened and I'll get us some drinks."

"Well your jokes or so so but I'll never argue that you have a great singing voice." Adasse stated with a completely straight face, as he pulled himself up on the docks, looking around with the same sharp senses as always.

Then he glanced over at him. "You got one of their cloak pins?" The Inquisition ones, with the fancy eyes. They didn't give him a uniform either, but he had managed to charm a pin out of someone.

"... that is a wise fortune teller. As long as you don't bed the prettiest girl in the Rose, we should be okay."

He taps his nose. "And drinks will make this story fly, my friend. Fly right by."

"Cheeky bastard," Haelan retorts, because he knows that tone, the expressionless face and he knows that means he's being ribbed. If he didn't love Adasse like a brother, he'd push him into the docks. Although the fish don't deserve that.

Haelan shifts. His cloak is fastened at the moment by what looks like an ordinary plain pin- just a length of plain metal. But he reaches up and twists the fabric- it's an Inquisition pin alright, just turned around so no one can see it.

"Not officially," Haelan admits. This one was lying around, and it was pretty, and frankly useful. He can imagine himself striding through Hightown shouting Inquisition Business! and having the crowds part ahead of him. He just doesn't want to get caught with it until people have forgotten about one being missing.

He rolls his eyes at his friend, and then glances around the docks. "Hanged Man?"

It is, after all, the closest. And maybe the regulars there who know them will hear the story of the two friends losing and finding each other again, and find it so funny that they buy them drinks. He doubts it, but it's always worth a try.

"Oi, I may be cheeky but I had both parents." Adasse stated with a smirk, even as he elbowed the other boy again.

Adasse nods, and then pats the outside of his own cloak. "All right then. We get cornered, we flash these first. I don't mind fighting my way out of a tight spot but let's see if this gives us the kind of protection the Inquisition's been claiming."

He beamed, as he stroked Coco's ears. "As if there's anywhere else? Hanged Man, naturally."

Haelan makes a face at that, but doesn't bother to answer back. Everyone has two parents. That's just... how it works. Anyway, it's far too close to home, even for good-natured jibes.

There's a filthy smirk at the word flashing- Haelan just can't help it- but he nods, and glances around. It doesn't look like there are murderous gangs out to get them just yet, but this is Kirkwall. The murderous gangs are out there somewhere.

"Hanged Man," He agrees. It's hardly more than a few minutes away, and even in the afternoon it's doing a brisk trade. "And you can tell me how you really got clobbered. I don't believe you about crazy old human women."

Well Adasse wasn't going to bring that up, thank you very much. Let's not hit the orphans where it hurt, shall we? Seems harsh even for them.

An eyeroll and a smirk of his own - before he heads off first. His blades are hidden, but again, this is Kirkwall. If you aren't armed you aren't paying attention.

"Listen, I am telling you, it was that crazy woman. She was - is - a Grey Warden!" And so, Adasse continues telling the tale, as they make their way to the Hanged Man.

Even before they open the door, it's clear the Hanged Man is doing a roaring trade. At least the noise isn't deafening, because Haelan is listening intently to his friend, hanging off his every word. But what else is new? Adasse can spin a good yarn.

"A Grey Warden?"

He's met one, recently. He'd never seen one before, although of course he's heard of them. They'd always seemed sort of mythical to him, like dragons and Darkspawn, real but a long, long way away.

"They don't hurt people, they're meant to... to protect us, right?" He says, pushing open the door.

Adasse neatly steps aside for a drunken pair heading outside to brawl or make out, it's not entirely certain. He moves inside easily, and instead of going for the darkest corner, he goes for a table right in front of the fire, with plenty of viewpoints and fully visible.

"Yep. A Grey Warden - and oh, they do! Just ... they get a little miffed if you try to steal their letters and such. Which ... to be fair, I didn't know belonged to a Grey Warden." A faint snort. "I thought they usually had the armor on, silly me."

Waved to the disgruntled bar wench to bring them both a first round.

"Don't most folk?" Haelan grins. He's never met anyone willing to be robbed. He's not sure he'd trust them if they did, or trust anything they had on them.

But Adasse is right, if they're not wearing the uniform, how are you supposed to know? It's not Adasse's fault. If she expects not to be robbed because she's a Grey Warden, she's got to let people know.

"She sounds insane," Haelan sympathises, "Even more than you. But I guess as she hasn't gutted you, I should be pretty pleased. Welcome to the Inquisition! Free food and a nice warm place to sleep whenever we want it."

"Well ... most folks are a bit picky like that." Adasse sighed dramatically, putting one hand to his forehead.

He gestured over to the other barmaid to come and take their order when she was done getting herself pinched.

"She was pretty insane - but Maker - I'd love to learn where she picked up her tricks." He tapped to his stomach. "And you know I love a free meal more than anything."

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