When no one attacks him or seems inclined to use drawn weapons or notched bows against him, the new Kostos sheathes his dagger at last. He wears two on his belt, which--for the observant--is notched at a larger size than any belt Kostos would wear. This Kostos has lived a softer life.
But he is all business as he strides closer to their company, craning his neck to see just beyond, the point of observation that they are all, apparently, here to observe.
"Nor anyone here. Unless you start making a great deal of noise and ruining things more than you already have. You are all Inquisition, aren't you." He looks at Kostos, expectantly. Inquisition. He's had a letter on that topic. He isn't impressed. "Why are you here, if not to ruin everything."
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When no one attacks him or seems inclined to use drawn weapons or notched bows against him, the new Kostos sheathes his dagger at last. He wears two on his belt, which--for the observant--is notched at a larger size than any belt Kostos would wear. This Kostos has lived a softer life.
But he is all business as he strides closer to their company, craning his neck to see just beyond, the point of observation that they are all, apparently, here to observe.
"Nor anyone here. Unless you start making a great deal of noise and ruining things more than you already have. You are all Inquisition, aren't you." He looks at Kostos, expectantly. Inquisition. He's had a letter on that topic. He isn't impressed. "Why are you here, if not to ruin everything."