( closed-ish )

[excipio]

WHO: Caspar Perakis, Kenna Carrow, Lukas & friends
WHAT: Misc starters
WHEN: Varies, default backdated to pre-Elf Drama
WHERE: All over Kirkwall/the Gallows
NOTES: Closed starters below! Feel free to DM/otherwise get in touch if you want something with any of mine.

[ placeholder to guilt me into writing open starters later, maybe ]

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[sarcophage]

[Having followed Caspar's approach with impassive, unblinking scrutiny, the man behind the desk next follows the bundle's descent, and does not visibly react as his desk's balanced arrangement of items becomes suddenly lopsided. He then sets his quill into a holder and slides the wet page aside, careful not to disturb the still-settling bubbles of ink—he's been practising a new script—and finally lifts his attention to the face above.

Mildly, pleasantly,]

They can't all be cultural sensations. Who should I be thanking?

[excipio]

[ Caspar politely keeps his eyes off the script and any other stray (but tidy, no doubt) paperwork within view, and he follows up the friendly nod with a very shallow bow. More of a lean, but it gets the point across. ]

Caspar.

[ First name only is easy to get away with when half of Ferelden is running about without a surname. It'd be a stretch to say he's particularly covert or shy with his name — to half the people who might recognize it, it's an asset. It's just that the other half might be more interested in killing him, or at least giving him a lecture. His accent's a bit vague, too, though that isn't all strategy — it's still discernibly Nevarran, but a decade in Antiva's done plenty to smooth its edges. ]

A friend of mine usually makes the deliveries, but we've worked together before. Well, [ A considering beat. ] Perhaps not you, specifically.

[ Riftwatch, broadly. The project. ]

[sarcophage]

Caspar.

[A false flicker of weakness; he doesn't need to repeat it to remember. The accent is familiar, if uncommon—he'll place it after further exposure, perhaps some time to think about it—and not unpleasant to hear. (He's brought back some Rivaini cadence, himself, though he's obviously Fereldan.)]

That would be we the company, then—that's fine. I'm called Lea, myself. Specifically. [A pause, for the more genuine flicker of a smile.] Were you here before the split, or did you come after?