WHO: Kostos/Alistair/Jehan/Silas & Various Others WHAT: Miscellany WHEN: Kingsway WHERE: Probably Kirkwall NOTES: See comment subject lines! And if you would like to do something feel free to just drop it in here.
Luca'd been on his way to the bar to get exactly what Kostos just returned from it with, and when suddenly finding himself presented not only with just what he'd had in mind, but a lovely couple of faces attached to it, the look of mild surprise and lofted brows, turns to a warm smile (that borders on a smirk, because pretending at wholesome takes more energy than he wants to spend in a tavern) to Kostos.
"My thanks, serah. Here I feared I'd have to brave the crush of overly-familiar drunks." You know Kirkwall drunks - the huggy ones, the handsy ones, the ones who don't bathe. After accepting the mug, brushing his fingers against Kostos' as he does, Luca turns outward to gestures towards a table he'd secured not far, against a wall. Since Kostos shared his drinks, he'll share his table with the two of them.
He knows their faces, both of them, like he knows practically every face in the Inquisition, because it's his job to. Mages, if he recalls correctly, but beyond that, he can't say he knows much personally about either, which is probably for the best, as it means they don't likely know much personally about him. Since they're both painfully nice to look at, Luca figures it's as good an opportunity as any.
"Luca Montalis." He introduces himself, offering out a hand to shake.
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"My thanks, serah. Here I feared I'd have to brave the crush of overly-familiar drunks." You know Kirkwall drunks - the huggy ones, the handsy ones, the ones who don't bathe. After accepting the mug, brushing his fingers against Kostos' as he does, Luca turns outward to gestures towards a table he'd secured not far, against a wall. Since Kostos shared his drinks, he'll share his table with the two of them.
He knows their faces, both of them, like he knows practically every face in the Inquisition, because it's his job to. Mages, if he recalls correctly, but beyond that, he can't say he knows much personally about either, which is probably for the best, as it means they don't likely know much personally about him. Since they're both painfully nice to look at, Luca figures it's as good an opportunity as any.
"Luca Montalis." He introduces himself, offering out a hand to shake.