[OPEN] I have never known peace

[ragweed]

WHO: Kit + you??
WHAT: Kit does what he can to help out the Inquisition during blue flu season, and reconnects with some friends (and lovers) along the way.
WHEN: Throughout February.
WHERE: Gallows + Kirkwall
NOTES:This will be Kit's last log before he goes out in a blaze of glory at the end of the month, so if you'd like one last thread with him, ping me @ ragweed on plurk or on discord and we can make it happen. Starters will be in the comments as I write them up. CW for death and violence in Kit's thread w/ the Medicine Seller.

I have never known hunger
Like these insects that feast on me

Comments

[keenly]

"Ser?"

The polite tone belongs to a young man standing in the doorway of Kit's office. He's holding a small book and some papers.

"This is Other Powers, isn't it? I've something what might be interesting to you."

[ragweed]

The dwarf seated behind his desk has reams of paperwork scattered across the tabletop in front of him, and his eyes are not on it. They're gazing out the nearby open window instead, which lets in the cold but also lets out the smoke from the lit cigarette he holds between two fingers.

When the door opens, he glances towards the unfamiliar face who looks in at him, his expression oddly distant, even grave. Then he comes back to himself, cracking a lopsided smile. "Hey. Yeah, you're in the right place," he says and waves him on in. "What've you got for me?"

[keenly]

Colin sets the book down in front of Kit and opens it. "I was filing some old papers when I found this. So a while back, maybe a yearish, Kal-sharok met with a couple of Inquisition agents to deliver some relics. They also delivered these...not really terms of an alliance, but terms of what-to-do-before-we-even-talk-about-it, to those agents. Some of it's completely mad, like the Inquisition buying all their lyrium through Kal-sharok and cutting out Orzammar entirely. But some of it, it might be worth a look. Maybe even a try."

[ragweed]

Kit's interest is bland at most until he hears the name of that old thaig--Kal-Sharok--and that is more than enough to make him sit up a little straighter and pay attention to the unassuming young man in front of him.

"Cutting Orzammar out completely, huh?" he replies, and if he's smiling a little bit, c'mon, the casteless brand on his face ought to be evidence enough of why that idea isn't totally abhorrent to him. Still. He's meant to be courting the favour of his cousins within the Stone, not whatever mad idea just entered his head. He reaches for the book and flips it open, thumbing through the pages. For a moment he's quiet.

"I'd say worth a look, definitely," he replies, scratching his chin. "Not--cutting Orzammar out completely," he admits. Reluctantly. "But the rest. You have ideas on that front?"