WHO: Fitcher, Marcoulf, Bartimaeus (+) & YOU WHAT: Ye Olde Catch'all WHEN: Nowish WHERE: Kirkwall, The Gallows, le Misc. NOTES: Starters in comments; if you want something/someone who isn't here, just hit me up and I'll scrape something together.
"Here? Oh, a few months only. I arrived soon after the split from the Inquisition proper. I'd meant to join that, not Riftwatch, but--" A soft tip of the head as if to say, What can be done? Circumstance is a funny thing.
"Anyway," she continues. "I suppose at the end of the day that one is very like the other. And Riftwatch doesn't make me sleep in a tent. I hear they're rather big on that sort of thing at Skyhold."
"The goal's the same," Ellis agrees. "And there's nothing keeping us from moving on."
Which Ellis is counting on, just in case.
"Assuming we ever find a reason to move on, to Skyhold or otherwise."
As long as Riftwatch is doing what it's meant to do, there's no reason to leave. Ellis had come here to be of use, until he could go back to doing what he'd devoted his life to. He assumes it's much the same for her.
"Then it seems we're of a similar mind, Messr," she says, teeth clicking on the pipe's stem. The smell of the burning tobacco is rather pleasant as far as smoke goes - something sweet lingering in the tang as she exhales.
"Would it be inconsiderate to ask what brings you to our fine company? And don't say 'the war.' Such an answer may have worked four years ago but it holds rather less water today, doesn't it? It's not as if you're Orlesian."
"Fereldan," He tells her. "But I don't think I have much of an answer for you."
He's hardly made up his own mind to stay just yet. But he does consider, leaning his elbows on the table, careful of her papers when he folds his hands.
"There are Wardens here. I wanted to see what aid they were providing, and whether or not it was a service I could lend myself to."
And if he'd be tolerated. Jury's still out on that, though Riftwatch at large seemed content to utilize him.
There's a lot in that tobacco tinged sound - something in her brightening even as her focus narrows on him through the veil of pipe smoke. How very fascinating.
"And how have you found the work thus far, Warden?"
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"Anyway," she continues. "I suppose at the end of the day that one is very like the other. And Riftwatch doesn't make me sleep in a tent. I hear they're rather big on that sort of thing at Skyhold."
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Which Ellis is counting on, just in case.
"Assuming we ever find a reason to move on, to Skyhold or otherwise."
As long as Riftwatch is doing what it's meant to do, there's no reason to leave. Ellis had come here to be of use, until he could go back to doing what he'd devoted his life to. He assumes it's much the same for her.
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"Would it be inconsiderate to ask what brings you to our fine company? And don't say 'the war.' Such an answer may have worked four years ago but it holds rather less water today, doesn't it? It's not as if you're Orlesian."
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He's hardly made up his own mind to stay just yet. But he does consider, leaning his elbows on the table, careful of her papers when he folds his hands.
"There are Wardens here. I wanted to see what aid they were providing, and whether or not it was a service I could lend myself to."
And if he'd be tolerated. Jury's still out on that, though Riftwatch at large seemed content to utilize him.
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There's a lot in that tobacco tinged sound - something in her brightening even as her focus narrows on him through the veil of pipe smoke. How very fascinating.
"And how have you found the work thus far, Warden?"