faderift | a case of the necksnappies

WHO: Thane & OPEN
WHAT: Thane's working.
WHEN: The span of a day.
WHERE: Around Kirkwall
NOTES: There is at least one case of a possible murder.

I. MORNING - ALIENAGE

[The alienage is no different, despite whatever else happens in Kirkwall. It is a desolate, unfortunate place, but Thane has seen many in his life. It doesn't bustle too much, as if there is a mournful air more than usual. Still, there are people tending to their daily lives, reaching for whatever joys they can.

Though Thane stands before a humbly arranged smithy, he still looks too clean to quite belong here for anyone carefully looking. Though he's faced in a way that seems like he's perusing wares, his eyes are glancing over his shoulder in the direction of an elven boy sitting under the alienage's tree, a Dalish ribbon clutched in his hand.

Thane looks thoughtful, as if to consider.]

II. AFTERNOON - HIGHTOWN

[Abruptly, Thane wears clothing suited for a courier, as if to clearly state that he serves another master. In a way, he doesn't look like he doesn't belong in Hightown unnecessarily, as if he's out on a task to deliver a message.

As it is, Thane is standing outside one of the manors, humming to himself.]

III. EVENING - HIGHTOWN

[The contract will be fulfilled.

Thane stands in the shadows, his hood up and mask in the palm of his hand. He's frowning, peering out into the open streets.]

Maker, forgive me this night.

[The mask is worn, and Thane prepares to move toward the manor he'd been observing in the afternoon.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He comes out of one of the houses in the alienage, adjusting the staff on his back as he does so. It's not often he's called here, but a few remember him as the healer who came by with Merrill and the Champion, and never really bothered with human names or politics. It's strange... and nice.

Spotting Thane, he comes over and follows the glance.]

A friend's son?