closed.

[charmoffensive]

WHO: Loxley, Ket Perrino
WHAT: It's stalkception.
WHEN: August, prior to moving out to the Fields of Ghislain
WHERE: Kirkwall, heading into Hightown
NOTES: References to abuse and sexual assault

Lord Lilian Lambert cuts a path through Kirkwall on frequent evenings, particularly on nights of fine weather, from the grimiest of corners of Lowtown, to his generously proportioned estate in Hightown. It is always well into the evening that he makes the initial journey down into the muddy streets, and sometimes close to dawn when he makes his return while still dark, the evening winding down. On this evening, though it is well passed midnight, Lambert is returning home. He is a man in his fifties, clean shaven and grey haired, his wardrobe touched with the ostentation of his own Orlesian ancestry. He has to hold his cloak so that it doesn't trail in the dirt.

He doesn't go alone, of course. He is accompanied by a rotation of brutes, and this time, it's a large qunari with a broken horn, wearing custom clothing that still strains at the seams to contain all of him anyway. The qunari shadows his lord a few feet back, casting a lazy eye around to make sure there's no trouble.

It's security that would deter would be muggers, but is absolutely no challenge to someone of Ket's skill.

Comments

[sohighandwild]

One of the useful things about men like Lambert, in Ket's experience, is their conviction that they were the center of the universe. It means that if they don't want anything from you and don't suspect you of wanting anything from them, you might as well be invisible.

That said, Ket's shadowing technique is more than equal to a more observant target. The bruisers Lambert keeps on retainer look for physical threats. Even if the qunari's eyes swept over Ket at some point, she dosn't read as if she's going to mug anyone. (After all, she isn't.) She's in dark clothes and keeping mostly out of sight, but anyone who does spot her will probably read her neat, plain attire as that of a trusted servant out running a late errand on a Hightown resident's behalf.

Anyone who hasn't seen her eating in the Gallows dining hall, at least. Ket's concentration is on not being clocked by Lambert, his guard, or a stray member of the watch; she's not looking for anyone else to have reason to notice her.