[closed] I keep em in a jar

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WHO: Evrion and Etienne
WHAT: A new sucker is born every day, but this one was born about eighteen years ago
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Etienne's market stall
NOTES: will update if needed

Slowly, slowly, Evrion is getting bolder about leaving the tower. Today he's even left the Gallows, taking care to always stay near people with the Inquisition's insignia, if not the Chantry sunburst. But crowds can be finicky, and it isn't long before he's invested in looking at something colorful or another, and now he's lost.

There's one stall in particular where he finds himself looking dazedly about at all the... what are these, healing remedies? and he meets eyes with the shopkeeper, his own wide and blue and bewildered.

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Much to the young fellow's good fortune, he has wondered into the realm of Doctor Beaumanoir. The worker of medicinal wonders has just stepped out of his consulting room - a young man was minding the counter and the safety of the goods while he and his patient had stepped into the closed off area for private consultation, and as he shakes his patient's hand, he hands a piece of parchment to his assistant. "Clarence will grab the medicines we discussed for you, but if you have any questions at all, please don't hesitate to come by."

His patient seems very grateful, and steps over to Clarence, leaving the good doctor to... take stock of the new visitor, whose gaze he just caught.

"Good day, monsieur. You look in need of assistance." Perhaps not medical.

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How fortunate indeed!
Evrion stops and smiles uncertainly at the man, clearly a bit nervous still but relieved that he's being met with friendliness. "I'm not quite sure where I am," he admits, "I've only just gotten to the city, and there's .... there's so much of it." Everything happens so much.

sorry for my slow ;A;

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"Please, be at ease." Étienne smiles, warm and friendly. He can press back his prejudices for the sake of customers and opportunity, after all, and offers his hand to shake. "I'm Doctor Beaumanoir. Rather new to the city myself, but I am been fortunate to have opportunities to become intimately acquainted."

He reaches into his doublet (finely embroidered) and draws his hand back with a piece of paper.

"At the present moment you stand in my shop. Where do you need to be, monsieur?"

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Evrion's smile broadens in response to Etienne's, and he steps closer. "You're a doctor? Like a healer, or nonmagical?" It seems an important distinction to make.
"I should go back to the... Gallows," he decides, having to fight a moment to remember what it's called, "I had to take a boat from there."

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"Ah, magic does not have the monopoly on healing. I think it a little dismissive, when mages claim that title possessively. No, my medicine is non-magical, but equally healing." He claps his hands together, "would you like to see? I have some new tonics I have perfected."

And the smile broadens, "the Gallows! Are you with the Inquisition, then? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

this is a thousand years later I'm the worst

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Nodding blithely, Evrion seems to agree just fine with the man even if he doesn't know what he's talking about. "Sure," he says, easily brought in by the pitch, "oh-- yes, I think so? I just came from the Circle. I'm Evrion." He extends his hand, as he knows to do.