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WHO: Mado and you!
WHAT: Just a weird asshole causing disturbances in the Gallows and surrounding area, explicitly here to make friends!!
WHEN: Kingsway!
WHERE: Around and about!
NOTES: Possible NSFW depending on who shows up and what their intentions are!

I. The Gallows Courtyard

He hasn't been kicked out yet, so Mado has to make the most of the time he has left. He's not overtly panhandling, but he is busking, with a floppy old hat put out to collect coins while he alternates between doing acrobatic feats and magic tricks, taking breaks to simply shake a tambourine and sing beautiful, plaintive Antivan love songs.
He plays to passersby, strolling alongside them and, at times, offering them opportunities to join.

"A song for you, ser!" he calls, and Maker have mercy on the victim.

II. Lowtown

Hightown being far out of his budget when it comes to entertainment, Mado can be found in some of the slummier taverns, offering services similar to his street busking but with hope of receiving drinks rather than money.

He sits on a table, crooning a drinking song while several of the local boozehounds sway and slosh their mugs around, at least one of them weeping with passion.

His eye is easily caught by a face either familiar or interesting, and it isn't long before he slips over with a bow and a brilliant smile.

III. The Ferry

Periodically, a little brown-and-white spotted dog will hop onto the ferry right behind someone, sitting close and casually looking around as if it belongs to them.
It's the very same dog that been seen wandering around the Gallows, begging and doing tricks for scraps, but the owner, if it has one, has not yet been identified.

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"Okay," Doki says, and she stops walking. She folds her arms over her chest and looks at him, this silly man with his tambourine. Expectant, patient, she remains, waiting for her song.

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He launches into a ballad about the beautiful strong lady with the painted face, a song which definitely didn't exist in this form longer than a few minutes ago, but he is selling it with everything he's got.

She fights a bear, defeats it, and then becomes the new bear in its stead.

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She listens through the whole song and when it comes to its close, she even gives him a round of applause.

"You are very good. This is a tattoo," as she points at her face, "but I paint it sometimes too. You are almost too good. Where did you learn?"

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"Tattoos! Even better! Surely not vallaslin, where are you from?" He squints unabashedly at her face.

"I learned in the streets of Rialto!"

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"Avvar," Doki says, simply. "We don't have Dalish. We just like tattoos. They look very pretty if I paint gold in the middle parts. Shiny. I like Rialto!"

Cheerfully, she sinks down into a crouch and puts her chin in her hands, getting comfortable.

"Do you miss it? It is a better city."

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"I'm sure they do," he enthuses, and seems even more pleased to know she's been to Rialto.

"I do miss it," he sighs, plopping down as well, never mind that there were a few other people in the audience; whatever, show's over, he's doing something else now.

"I've never been out of Antiva until now, truth be told. How do you like Kirkwall? It's very grey."

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She sticks her tongue out at Kirkwall.

"Best thing about it, it's full of suckers. Why did you leave Antiva to come here? I would have stayed forever. Drinking wine and eating crabs and putting my face between the breasts of beautiful ladies."

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"Oh--"

The sound is one of desperate longing. The breasts of beautiful ladies do need a face between them, and would that it could be his.

"Would that I could have, Signorina, but it's here that my beloved cousins reside! I came to meet them."

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She makes a noise of disgust.

"Cousins. What good are they?"

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"Very little, it would seem!" Mado answers cheerfully, but then lowers his voice.
"Don't tell them I said so."

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"Don't worry, I won't, because I do not know who they are." Doki's reassurance is just as cheerful. She rocks back onto her heels, her hands clasped together and pressed against her cheek.

"I only care a little bit about my cousins, and I left them all behind in the mountains. Now I am in the world and doing whatever I want. We are opposites sort of, you and I."

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"I suppose we are!" he agrees, unbothered.

"What kinds of things do you do here, in the world? Such as it is?"

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"Serrah, I am a," and here Doki pauses a not at all worryingly long pause, and a grin, "opportunist. I have no real skills and I cannot sing at all, except to scare away terrible giants. So I am very envious of your very good talent and your song, which I like, and will remember always. Do you know the tavern in Kirkwall that has the sign in the shape of a big drum?"

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Beaming, Mado nods. She'll remember his song always! They're best friends.

"No, I'm not familiar with it! Why? Is it a good place?"

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"Oh, yes, very, very, very good. You should visit it and you should perform there. I know the barkeep, and I can ask, and he will say, yes, you can perform. I will not even ask you to pay me for this, because I am doing it for the love of your song."

Solemnly, she presses a hand against her chest, bows her head, and closes her eyes. Look how much she means it. Best friends.

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"I couldn't pay you anyway," Mado answers cheerfully, "though I promise, my friend, that I will at least buy you a drink with my earnings at such an establishment, once you grant me entry. Will you introduce me?"

Best Friends