How to Train Your Draconology Expert (closed)

[overharrowed]

WHO: Julius, Fitcher
WHAT: Reading draconologist resumes, being disappointed mostly
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: somewhere in the Free Marches, Starkhaven-adjacent
NOTES: OOC info

Ydalla de Vittoria had been disappointing, but straightforward enough. He knew enough to be able to understand dense academic text, and his writing was engaging; if it hadn't been for all the lying, he might even have carved out a place for himself explaining the research to laypeople openly. But a need to feel heroic interfered. Annoying, but straightforward. They'd still gotten some usable information about dragons out of the work, at least.

Brochard had been something else again. The end of the interview, while abrupt, could hardly have been fast enough for Julius' taste. However, he gives no hint of anything other than sympathetic interest until they're safely in the carriage and underway. His expression melts to something franker and more rueful almost immediately.

"Maker. What a sorry state of affairs."

Comments

[unshut]

"Candidly? Poor timing. I was en route to Kirkwall already and didn't hear of the split until I'd arrived at the Gallows. And by then it was nearly August and I had no real urge to brave the Waking Sea's late summer storms just to crawl to either Skyhold or Orlais where they'd make me sleep on the ground. And then winter came, and who travels during winter? And now it seems," she says, cavalier and cheerful. Fitcher shrugs. "I've grown attached."