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[deserteur]

WHO: Théo & Fifi Mariette & YOU
WHAT: New kids on the block
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: The Hanged Man
NOTES: Nah

It is a little comforting to find that a dirty tavern is a dirty tavern, even on the other side of Thedas. It is even more comforting to have the confirmation that they aren't prisoners: no one stops them from leaving the Gallows, as far as Théo knows no one tails them through Lowtown, and if there are familiar faces in the Hanged Man it only makes sense, given the time of night and the place's apparent popularity.

Théo and Fifi are lucky enough to get a table in a corner, out of the way of any future fistfights, by nabbing it as soon as its prior occupants stand up and taking turns going to the bar so it's never left unattended. For a while Théo is kept occupied asking Fifi about her new job, and if she likes it, and if people are kind, and if not would she like to show him who—he won't do anything, he just wants to know who to hate, that's all—but it doesn't take long for his attention to turn outward to the rest of the room.

"You, hello, Inquisition," he might say, unmistakably Orlesian, on spotting a face familiar from the Gallows. "Where are you from?"

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[iceblade]

One person who definitely stands out is the tall, tattooed redhead in furs and leathers, with a greatsword seemingly made out of pure ice strapped to her back. That seems an effective deterrent toward unwanted attention, and she's drinking with her feet propped up on the empty seat opposite her own. Glancing over, she grins at the Orlesians whose faces might be vaguely familiar.

"Not from around here, lad, I'm sure you've guessed that!" Avvar accent, thick and unmistakable. "I'm from White Wolf Hold, in the Frostbacks. Call me Skadi."

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi narrows her eyes as she focuses on parsing the accent, an expression which might look a little aggressive if not on the face of such a slip of a person. It quickly relaxes, however, into an intrigued smile. "What brings you from the Frostbacks?" she asks, her own accent thickly Orlesian.

[iceblade]

"I wanted to see the world, at least for a time. And because I have this." Skadi lifts her left hand, where the faint green glow resides. "Fear not, it isn't contagious." She flashes a lopsided smile, hoping it won't scare them off but not about to hide it. It's a green glow in her hand; that's pretty difficult to hide, anyway.