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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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[untiltheyarent]

The sigh of a qunari is enough to give Fifi pause, and she stays silent behind her drink for the moment, just taking in the sight of Korrin. She's seen them before, once or twice, but never spoken to one and certainly never received a smile.
"Quite clearly," she replies with a half-smile; being from Val Royeaux herself, and knowing that Korrin's accent comes nowhere near it, she's playing along.