[Closed] The Road to Jader ...

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WHO: Bethany Darton, Aleron Darton, Carver Hawke, Fenris, Alistair, and Inessa Serra
WHAT: Looking for the Champion, high and low
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: The fine Orlesian city of Jader, and small town just outside of Jader.
NOTES: Warnings for ...well. The DA2 Crew. You know how these guys are.

For weeks, Bethany Darton had been searching for some hint of her older sister's whereabouts since she had heard about the demise of the Hero of Fereldan. Her determination only mounting when Carver returned home with Dog, she remembered one of Marian's last letters, sent from a trader in Jader. She rounded up some people who were actually willing to track down Marian again, and as soon as she had returned from the Island of Red Lyrium, she gathered them all up and headed down to the docks as quickly as she could manage it, to Jader itself.

Comments

[lifeofendurance]

That reply actually coaxes something resembling a touch of a grin out of Aleron the ever lineface-y. He turns his back to the merchants to it's harder still for them to overhear him with his voice lowered.

"They're more interested in making a sale than anything else. Would that I had Mother or one of my sisters here to assist with that." After all, there is only so much leather goods any one person can make use of before it starts to drift into the realm of kink. The Seeker does not do kink. Ravonild on the other hand? No, he'd just as soon not even entertain that line of thought.

[lyriumcarved]

"Maybe that would have helped. Their buying something might have made one of these merchants more willing to talk."

He hopes that's not what it comes to, having to just buy something for the sake of making the merchants warm up to them, but, well, maybe there's some other tactic they haven't thought of yet. There really is... so much leather... and Fenris gets the idea that they really do cater here to people of a very, very specific taste.

"Do they seem to be withholding information or do they really know nothing? That's the real question." It's a bit hard to tell from their tones alone.

/puts both guys in a suddenly uncomfortable situation haha

[lifeofendurance]

"I would venture they know nothing more than she browsed their wares. And that if they thought for a moment what she did or did not buy would make them a sale, they would pounce on it like a cat on a mouse." Aleron gives them another long look, not even attempting to pretend that he's interested in shopping. Doing so backfires spectacularly.

The sales clerk loops around from behind, assessing these foreigners who are talking and looking but not buying. One is married and the other a knife-ear. Probably a manservant of some sort. Or a married man with a shrew of a wife and certain tastes. It's not unheard of and if it makes coin, who are they to judge?

"Messere? Have you found something to your liking? Maybe something for your friend?" A look is shot at Fenris and clearly the clerk is angling for more information.

Does Aleron look mildly stunned at the implication? Because he cannot believe his ears and just stares blankly as a reply, uncertain he's hearing what he thinks he's hearing.

ahahahaHAHA!!! YESSSS.

[lyriumcarved]

It also takes Fenris a moment to register just what had been said. He'd been expecting them to carry on in Orlesian, after all, to continue snubbing them and not suggest anything such as... such as...

"Just what do you think you're implying?" Fenris asks, in the cool tone of someone who definitely knows exactly what's being implied and is less than enthused to hear it. His dark eyebrows shift downward in to an expression of aggravation, as he watches the sales clerk, almost daring them to answer that. It definitely wouldn't be the first time he was mistaken for something he's not, and unfortunately, he knows well that it won't be his last.