( OPEN + CLOSED )

[gritted]

WHO: Caspar Perakis, Kenna Carrow, Taehel & pals.
WHAT: Catch-all post for November.
WHEN: Current-ish.
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall and the Gallows.
NOTES: Open and some closed starters in the comments. Hit me up at awarewolf if you want to plan something! You can find info on Caspar here and info on Kenna here.

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[fennec]

[ The accent's clear within the first five words. Taehel has the sense to wait until the man's focus is back on his letters to give him a cool look, lingering and critical; then he gives rest of the room a cursory glance. It's empty and boring, and he wonders if the man's new or just not settling in — it isn't like everyone seems to, here.

He stops a few feet off for the sake of privacy ("""privacy"""), folding his hands behind his back to wait out the intense scrawling. His brow pinches slightly at the question, incredulous and a little judgmental, as if it's a dumb thing to ask.

Because it is. Who would say 'no'?? The expression doesn't make it as far as his voice, which is entirely bland and debatably respectful. ]

Of course, messere.

I have 100 and like. same tho??

[katabasis]

[With a last mark, the pen is traded for a block of blotting paper. It's stamped over the contents of the note as his spare hand already reaching for a stick of (regrettably cheap) sealing wax.]

And Kirkwall. How well do you know it?

[Here he does actually look up - fixing Taehel there with a measuring look. Enough of the Gallows population are transplants to the city at the Inquisition's behest that there's little harm in asking that either. But unlike the question of money - it is a useless one -, he actually cares about the answer enough to mind its direction and delivery.]