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WHO: Six + Krem
WHAT: A surprise date!
WHEN: At some point when 'missions' are given
WHERE: Marcher Village
NOTES: N/A

Lucky for their wayward matchmaker, Six is not the kind of person to try to overanalyse orders she is given, especially not when she has been so determined to prove herself a useful part of the Inquisition. Her immediate reaction is to gather herself, to strap on her full plate armour, to have her greatsword on her back and to make her way out to the stables. She does not take the horse offered to her - instead she takes her own, a frown on her face as she thinks of Marcoulf.

She will have to visit him soon.

It doesn't take long for her and her mission partner - Krem, she's pleased to recognise - to saddle up and begin to make their way out to where they're meant to go, but it's only then that Six begins to realise that the details of their mission is a little... Hazy at best. Usually she is given a target, a place to go, something to investigate or someone to try and recognise, to understand, to bring back, but this one... Go and accept a package. It's familiar, something she had done with Isaac before (a delivery rather than a pickup), but she's not entirely sure why she was given this particular job.

She's not subtle, or quiet, and she's memorable. It doesn't seem like something they need two rather particularly strong warriors to do. So what is it?

"Did you receive many details on this mission?"

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It is a little unusual, but not unheard of for Krem to go on missions that he hasn't volunteered for himself after scouring the Inquisition's reports to find where the Chargers would be most useful. But he knows Kirkwall functions differently to the Skyhold arm of the Inquisition did, for many reasons not the least of which being that they need more help here. Clearly.

And so Krem mounted the provided stallion, and ridden out also without questioning it too hard. He is suited up similarly to her in his full armor, and he looks almost exactly as puzzled as she does when they make it to their final destination and the scout departs. "I didn't," he admits, eyeing the blanket then the basket's contents, and then the blanket again. It's... not a subtle setup, really. "Think we might have over-prepared for this."

If the Bull were around, he would instantly clock the point of all this, but as it is he doesn't know anyone here well enough to be the target of this kind of shenanigan (he assumes) so it's rather baffling.

A touch sheepishly: "I don't even know who signed off on it, officially."

Six does what she's told - whatever she's commanded to do, whoever she does it with, whatever it might be. It is what had her in the middle of the Battle months ago, what had her wrapped up in the midst of the nightmares in Kirkwall, what had her almost breaking her leg beyond repair. She might doubt what she's been asked to do sometimes, might find it odd or uncertain, but she will do it and usually without too much question.

Her gelding is quiet and happy under her, twitching a little as she guides him forward. He's always been a touch excitable, ever since she bought him, and she doesn't feel a touch of envy as she looks between the stallion and her own horse. She had chosen him because he seemed loyal, because he could carry her, because he was soft and didn't mind when she let her forehead rest against him.

"Perhaps, but it is better to be prepared than otherwise." That is easy enough to admit. Still, there's a frown on her face as she stares down at the basket, hesitating for a moment before she dismounts, moving forward after tying off his reigns. Hefting her blade from her back, she uses the edge to open the basket, just in case there was something dangerous inside it.

A pause, and then -

"A picnic. We have been sent on a picnic."

Krem's steed is a touch unruly—nothing dangerous to a rider far away from any battle, but it prances and snorts every now and again, muscles bunching under Krem's urging rather than displaying any immediate obedience. It was clearly chosen for its fabulous looking coat, and honestly, Krem isn't that skilled a rider in the first place. The Chargers walk, usually.

He slides down from his mount after she does, but he loops its rein around a tree because he doesn't trust that it won't trot off when left to its own devices, before moving to stand next to her and peering down into the basket.

"Huh." They sure have been, haven't they? He crosses his arms, which in his armor makes a bit of a clangor, but he definitely looks more amused than anything. It's clearly harmless enough. "Well, you hungry?

Six doesn't know what to think about this. She knows she's spoken to a handful of people about the nature of who she is, her own confusion regarding relationships and marriage, and portrait sitting - Ottoline, Lakshmi, they spring to mind - but she cannot imagine who would arrange this. What would be the point? Why send herself and Krem to sit and have a picnic under the guise of important military orders?

Awkwardly, she lifts her hands to unstrap the greatsword on her back and place it to one side, to reach down and open the basket to look inside properly. There are pastries and meats, looking as though they've been freshly prepared and left for them to eat. There's a part of her that wonders about some kind of assassination attempt - but why would the Inquisition wish for both her and Krem to die? She doesn't imagine they've done anything wrong.

Instead, she breathes out and looks back at her companion, her smile weak but in place. "It seems a sensible choice, if this is what we've been sent to do."

Krem offers an arm to help her lower herself onto the blanket. There is not much more inherently clumsy than trying to go from standing to sitting all the way down on the ground in a full suit of heavy armor.

Clearly, he doesn't feel half as hesitant as she does: his return smile is easy and quick. Certainly there are worse folks to get stuck in some idyllic orchard to eat a meal with, before they figure out whose bright idea any of this was. It's not that he's not cautious, which he can be (usually is, a habit from spending so long vigilantly keeping secrets), it's that Krem has been working alongside the Inquisition for years and years now and he trusts that the folks running it aren't looking to bump him off for no reason.

"I take it this doesn't happen often around here?" It seems like she's been in Kirkwall long enough to know better than him how things are run at this outpost. Reports can only tell him so much.

She takes his arm carefully as she moves to sit, hearing the soft clink of her armour as she settles down; there might well be something of a faint blush on her cheeks, but she hopes that he is not the kind of person to point it out. Very few people so careful with her - people are polite, yes, but when you are as tall and strong as she is most people imagine you more than capable of handling anything alone.

Whoever decided it was a good idea to send them here at least sent her with someone who would not be appalling company.

"Missions for picnics? Not in my experience." Careful, Six reaches into the basket and begins to share out the foot carefully, making sure to place things evenly in the middle of the two of them. She's still frowning, just a little, unsure about all of this - but then she speaks again. "The last missions I have been sent on have been deliveries or scouting. This does not usually come into the picture." Someone must have an ulterior motive, but she cannot think what it might be.

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