Carta's Cut

[inagutterson]

WHO: Yngvi, Kithan Gandir, Seoraj Allaway, Ciri, Wren Coupe
WHAT: The Carta ask Yngvi to investigate a 'situation' in Orzammar. Of course he's got that sinking feeling when it involves his family, Orzammar, and the Casteless.
WHEN: First week of Harvestemere
WHERE: Orzammar; Dusttown, Deep Roads
NOTES: ooc post, Yngvi asks Kit and Petrana for permission, Letter to Scoutmaster Beleth; major warnings for violence and character death

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[ragweed]

When he sputters, Kit doesn't laugh, but brings up a hand to chafe his fingers against his short beard. If it makes a smile, it's done well. Little nugs; he remembers that age--

"You got good eyes, I figure," he begins, already fishing out another cigarette to light and smoke himself. He takes a drag off it and then exhales it off to the side, letting his gaze wander around the periphery of the dilapidated plaza with its crumbling buildings and slumped shoulders. "The way I see it, when stuff starts to go amiss down here, you're the ones seeing it first."

He lets his voice drop a fraction; he scratches absently at his face near where his brand is still visible underneath his Legionnaire's tattoos. "What do you know," he asks, "about folks going missing down here?"

[ichaer]

Quietly, Ciri listens to the conversation going on between their group and the young ones. Little shits, really but she remembers being that age. At least she was able to get out of her home, travel and be done with it all but down here it seems things are more... enclosed. Her stance shifts, relaxed but always lingering on the faint sensation of her connection to the Darkspawn drawing her toward the Deep Roads.

Glancing downwards, she frowns and resists the urge to push deeper into the countless numbers burrowing around them searching for the Old Gods or ask if any Wardens had been present in these days. After all, she can only guess what the rest of the Order is planning out in the Anderfels and more sacrifice sounds right on course for them.

[inagutterson]

"Better eyes than sun-scorched eyes," he fires back but there's no heat in it that someone else might get because well that's a brand there on Kit's face at the end of the day, people take their choices where they find them don't they.

They confer. Confer in the way of hushed without any sort of real knack for it, sneaking glances at the rest of them.

The second one speaks up, taking the cigarette from his friend, beckoning everyone to lean in because that's how you do things, right? "Well...you didn't hear it from us but might've been some extra heads meant to come in and go back out again." It's said with a pointed look at Yngvi (studiously looking at everything but them right now thanks) before they look around too. "Some of us. Well, not us us but people that should be around? They aren't."

"Deep Roads talk," the first one interrupts. "You're fine with going down there yeah? Because our people shouldn't be down there but who's going to go looking for someone with a brand?" (Who's bitter? Not him. Life's better now isn't it?)

[ragweed]

"You're fine with going down there yeah? Because our people shouldn't be down there but who's going to go looking for someone with a brand?"

The pang of bitterness in that young voice gets him in a place that hasn't ached in decades. But the old wound is still there, waiting to be eased open again, if he lets it. He doesn't--this time.

He takes a drag off the cigarette and blows the smoke off to the side, and when the looks to the dusters again, there's a fierce intensity in his eyes. "Someone's looking for 'em today, salroka." He'll die looking for them, before he lets the boys think for a moment that everyone believes they're worth forgetting.

He draws back after that, motioning Yngvi after him; nothing more to be said, and reassuring words don't amount to much if they aren't backed up by deeds. "You got a good way for us to get into the Deep Roads?" he asks him, assessing him in a glance, too, to make sure he's still holding up all right.

[inagutterson]

The lads look to one another, pass the cigarette back and forth, then nod down in the direction of Dust Town proper. "There's a way. Someone'll know what you're looking for."

"Don't worry, everyone fits just might need to mind your heads gettin' in." No skin off their noses if there's a few bumps to the head on the way through the door or if they've maybe got to grease a palm or two working it out. Plenty of folk could still use the coin.

Yngvi, trying to work it out, nods his thanks, looks like he's tripping into them on the way past but well they're being rewarded for their trouble (don't tell the Inquisition, this isn't strictly Inquisition he's not bribing anyone) and makes for the right way.

"Warden? Probably gonna need you sharpish."

[[ooc: and this is where we go to the Deep Roads]]