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WHO: Twisted Fate & OPEN
WHAT: A return to Skyhold.
WHEN: Roughly around the 10th or so of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Different prompts inside! (Lyrium not included) If none suit you, feel free to make your own prompt!

♠ TAVERN
It seemed a good of a time as any to be shitfaced.

Frankly, he's not sure what he expected by creeping around tunnels under what remained of the Temple of Andraste. He knew it wasn't going to be overly pleasant, but he'd been anticipating no more than a romp around ruins, gutted remains, and little to do more than sketch out a few maps and send them off to the advisors, assuming it would do them any good.

Spirits aren't always bad, but hell if they aren't a pain in the ass sometimes.

So, Twisted Fate is in his more preferred environment, ordering another drink for himself as he loathingly broods, a hobby he'd never enjoyed. There are more entertaining things to be doing, but this will do for now.

Will you or won't you join him?

♠ COURTYARD
"Ladies and gentlemen, what you're about to behold is magic in a way you've not quite experienced before. Transmutation! What you see here in my hand is a jar, fits in my hand quite nicely. Freshly churned butter! What I will be doing is transforming this simple item into something else."

Twisted Fate shrugs off his coat, hanging it on a branch nearby before he's holding out the jar. Approaching one of the on-lookers, he winks at her and holds out his hand.

"Does the lady have a handkerchief I could borrow? Thank you." He accepts the handkerchief, stepping back as he holds up the jar.

"Ordinary handkerchief. Nothing unusual about it. And yet..." After draping the cloth over the jar, he tugs it away quickly to reveal--

A tiny nug in his hand.

"And there you have it! Off you go." Fate crouches down and releases the little thing before returning the handkerchief to the lady. "Much appreciated. Thank you, thank you -- I'm here, well, as long as until they send me off again."

♠ GARDEN
In Twisted Fate's left hand are papers, and he's looking distant and thoughtful as he reads them over. A letter, perhaps. Difficult to say, but he seems very intent as he looks over the contents.

In his other hand, an arrowhead, being rubbed by a thumb.

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Twisted Fate gives a dramatic gasp, his eyes widening.

"No! It wasn't? Goodness, I wonder where my butter went, then!"

"I don't know. I was hoping perhaps you could tell me."

He stares at him accusingly, clearly expecting an answer. Preferably now please.

Twisted Fate shrugs, as if helpless. "I don't know what to tell you. I suppose it's gone, gone forever -- turned into a nug. I wonder if that makes the nug extra buttery? Suppose only a dwarf would know."

The elf sighs, his entire reaction theatric. "I suppose if you ever find out, do let me know?"

Daylen stares at him, then at the rest of the audience. Far too many of whom seem to be finding this whole display entertaining.

"You realise you aren't being funny."

Apparently he's one of the few who doesn't think so.

"On the contrary, I'm hilarious. It just seems like you don't have a funny bone in your body, my friend." Twisted Fate gives an all-too-familiar, all-too-friendly pinch to Daylen's arm.

"Do you know how to smile? Is it really very hard? It must hurt!"