[open] where I go

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Knight-Lieutenant Cade Harimann and you
WHAT: A jumpy templar is out of the dungeon and getting his bearings on Skyhold. What horrors will he face? (by horrors I mean other people)
WHEN: Early Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES:If your character met him during speed dating, feel free to assume that conversation happened IC (except Nerva) and that they're already acquainted.

Finally unleashed upon his new home, and wearing his traveling leathers with the unmistakeable flaming Templar sword emblazoned on the chest, Cade made his way around Skyhold with the intention of finding a purpose for himself.

1. The battlements. Cade was unnerved by crowds and limited sightlines, so he had taken to spending a good chunk of time up in the battlements. It gave him an opportunity to watch, listen, and grow accustomed to life below, which was so very different than how he'd come to understand the world.

2. The training grounds. Although he had first been seen in his heavy Templar plate, wielding a sword, left to his own devices Cade was more likely to use the archery range. He was an exceptionally good shot, and spent hours shooting targets with the single-minded concentration of one who was trying not to think about anything at all.

3. The chapel. He could often be found alone in the small chamber just off the cloistered garden, on his knees and with his head bowed to the altar of Andraste.

4. Anywhere! Give me a place and I'll find a reason that he'd be there.

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[onlyhymns]

Cade at least understands the purpose of the joke, and he smirks back, but without the energy that would be required for it to be a proper joke between friends.
"I suppose you're here with the other wardens," he asks, finding, to his dismay, that he has no idea what to say to someone with whom he was fairly close at a pivotal time in his life.

[byblow]

There's nothing quite like a joke that falls flat, no matter how many times it happens to Alistair, which is a lot. A lot of times. There's some awkward shuffling on his end, readjusting his feet in his boots, smile fading, and he has his chicken leg back to his mouth to give it something better to do than talk when Cade mentions the Wardens.

Mouth full, he only nods at first, then rears back and throws the bone and remaining gristle over the wall and down the mountain.

"We're fugitives, actually," he says, sounding nearly cheerful about it, "because everyone else has gone mad. We'll probably be here for a while." On the plus side, that gives him more time to try to crack Cade's sad-eyed shell. "How are you at drinking?"

[onlyhymns]

Well that's intriguing and definitely not what he expected to hear. Cade blinks in surprise at Alistair, then knits his brow in concern-- the wardens have gone mad? He's about to ask further when Alistair beats him to it, and he closes his mouth and shakes his head. "I.. don't, really," he confesses. Drinking leads to mindlessness, which leads to all kinds of things that he doesn't want to approach.

[byblow]

"Not at all?"

Alistair, obliviously, squints at Cade like something must be wrong with him.

"I'm pretty sure that's bad for your health."

[onlyhymns]

Cade leans back slightly, eyes darting around as Alistair squints at him. Is there something on his face?

"...I suppose I... could," he says weakly, if only to make Alistair stop staring at him.

[byblow]

"Good man," Alistair says, and steps forward with one foot to give Cade a bracing, friendly clap on his shoulder. "That's all I do now--" No, it isn't, but he feels like he's trapped and useless and it's easier to make fun of himself for it than to let anyone else do it first. "--so you should come by the tavern in the evenings. I'll introduce you to my friends. I have those now."

[onlyhymns]

Cade nearly jumps out of his skin when Alistair claps him on the shoulder, and stares at him like he's a crazy person for a moment or two before he remembers he's being weird. He clears his throat. "Ah... of course," he says with a faint smile, having absolutely zero intention of doing so. The fewer people who know him, the fewer who will know... well. Him.

[byblow]

Alistair's smile dries out and then fades. Being looked at like he's a crazy person is plenty familiar; so is a lack of enthusiasm. "You don't have to," he says. It's less sullen than the fine I don't care anyway tones of his childhood, but still in roughly the same categories. "So many arrows, so little time, I get it."

[onlyhymns]

Cade smiles and then frowns and shakes his head in rapid succession. "No, I--," he begins, and stops himself, turning away to think, and ultimately walking in a small, anxious circle before he faces Alistair again. "I'm not... good in crowds."

[byblow]

Alistair's eyes narrow while Cade circles. Not in a mean way, necessarily; more in a what is happening way. But it makes what he says next that much more believable.

"I don't have that many friends," he says. It's only a token protest. Not personal, all right. Cade has just become weirder. "How about you practice your archery, and I'll come drink and heckle you." You know. "In a nice way."

[onlyhymns]

"Oh, I just thought..." Because, y'know, Alistair traveled with the Hero of Ferelden! He's a big deal, right? He must have loads of friends! Cade trails off and, given the offer, just nods. "All right," he finally agrees, with the ghost of a smile. He still generally knows when Alistair is joking, if only because their childhood gave him some context for that.