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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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Serpents, then daggers. She put that to memory as she drew another card, brow furrowing in contemplation over her deck. Finally she pulled one of her cards loose, a knight this time. "He's more powerful than the others, but by himself he'll fall. No use at all," she remarks before placing it face-up and ressuming her look over her hand.

A few matching ones so far. Well. The hands to come would tell.

"Wisely spoken," he says, smiling in approval. She's correct; a knight card on its own is nothing without others to match, after all. One angel is garbage in the face of a matching suit as well.

Another card is pulled, and he discards another serpent card with a thoughtful look. "Making a bit of sense, right? In order of strength, from weakest to strongest: serpents, daggers, songs, knights, and then angels. But four serpents is still sadly stronger than a lone knight. I think you gathered that."

"Serpents gather strength in numbers. Slither in shadow. Too many and you can't get away..."

There's a slightly glassy look to her eyes, hesitating in pulling a card from her own hand as she stares after that discard pile. Too easy to remember them, hanging in banners all over the place, shadows against white that dripped down onto the floor and snapped at your feet.

"Sounds as if you have some experience with serpents," he says carefully. "Something you want to talk about, bean?"

Not that he'll force her. But it seems something about it rings with her, differently than him. He wonders, almost forgetting to discard a card from his hand and pull another.

"There are fewer here. The cold doesn't suit them. Not the venomous kind, but bright so you think they would be. It's how they survive in the wild." She gives Twisted Fate a searching look, unsure if he understands, though it seems plain enough to her.