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But I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more!
WHO: Zevran and any on the road!
WHAT: Walking, drinking, dancing, dirty songs and poetry while hiking to Skyhold. Perhaps a stop in a tavern or two along the way.
WHEN: The course of several days on the road.
WHERE: The Road to Skyhold, Skyhold itself
NOTES:Zev is a walking content warning coarse language, innuendo, drinking
WHAT: Walking, drinking, dancing, dirty songs and poetry while hiking to Skyhold. Perhaps a stop in a tavern or two along the way.
WHEN: The course of several days on the road.
WHERE: The Road to Skyhold, Skyhold itself
NOTES:
Strange how after a solid year of hiking over hill and dale, through Imperial Highways and muddy side tracks he'd sworn to never do so again no matter the company or the cause. And yet here was Zevran yet again on foot (an elf with a horse attracted too much attention in the area) walking the long way to Skyhold with the odd thumb out for any passing caravan- provided they were not bandits. Company he did not mind. Burglary? Less so. From what little he'd heard of the events at Haven and his concern for a country that had been, for all to brief a time, a home of sorts, Zevran made his merry way along the road to this fortress rumored to be the best option for a strategic regroup. Perhaps he would meet someone familiar, perhaps he might offer his services.
The options were many. As were the songs that he would use to amuse himself, strumming a worn, well sanded lute while he walked. Now and then snatches of Antivan would curl through the air, lilting and easy and- to anyone that understood? Absolutely filthy.
"Le mie gambe sono avvolte intorno a voi collo,
Il tuo cazzo nella mia strada, spinte e agitare!
Ero a letto , ma ora sono in questo petto .
Cosa stai mi dà grande piacere!"
So on and so forth from one tavern to the next on the long trek, if coaxed and if it would see him fed or paid, he would play a few of the softer, more romantic tunes he knew. But for the most part? Smut. Quite a bit of smut. It wasn't as though anyone truly understood him all that often.
His actual arrival was a little less Merry, he had to give one thing to wandering bandits. When they coordinate well enough for a solid ambush and attack en masse? It wasn't the simplest fight to handle alone. Escaping unscathed wasn't entirely possible but he had managed to find a group of either merchants or refugees or a mix of both, he wasn't all that certain, to walk with for the last streatch. One even deigned to allow him to ride the last leg in- provided he rode on the back of the cart and entertained them. As such Zevran's arrival was marked with his voice crackling out past laughter.
"'But yes, she asks, what is the difference?' and I tell her-
'The difference is in where you put the cucumber.'"
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It's pure dry sarcasm rather than real disgust. Really,Maria would actually come close to killing for a nice, fresh vegetable right now among these barely tamed, frozen mountains. But it's an appropriately non-desperate welcome committee response to the merchants. She's in full Templar plate, but like everyone else in this place it's more a practical hangover (who throws out good armor?) than a representation of current loyalties. A year ago she would have been searching the cart for rogue apostates. Now she's just here to help unload. Including the mildly injured elf inside of it.
"Trouble on the road?"
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"You should see the other man." A beat- but templars are not often known for their humor. "Bandits. I took care of it- they should not be troubling anyone else on the road anytime soon."
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"And all by yourself. Remind me not to haggle for anything on this cart. You must be a terror in the marketplace."
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He can walk away, find that healer- or throw in and get a feel for those that are here and what they mean to do. So. Unpacking alongside the templar it is! "I had heard this Inquisition may be in need of someone of my skills?"
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Hopefully it really had been bandits and the merchants hadn't helped some cheerful robber in disguise enter Skyhold following his run in with local authorities. But, in all honesty, so long as he didn't rob from the Inquisition itself? They weren't really in a position to be turning away murderers and thieves. This place felt slightly more like she'd always heard the Wardens were like than the Templar order.
He was helping though, so she can at least manage a smile in thanks.
"Or intel on the state of the surrounding area helps too."
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"Best I can tell? Quiet save nature and the continuous trickle of people coming in for more aide. No darkspawn, no demons, no possessed goats. The bandits I ran into were about four hour's ride to the south- a fair ways away. They seemed like the entirety of whatever group they might've been rather than a branch of a larger organization, I do not think there is much cause for concern. However it is common knowledge that refugees are traveling in this direction; it may be prudent to put up a guard along the main roads a ways out. Closer to the fortress and they likely would not dare- but about two hours out? They would get bold. Or foolish."
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Antivian elf with military experience? Or at least familiarity with the business of setting defenses. She wasn't about to turn even the smallest help aide, let alone actual talent. But it did pick at her curiosity.
"I'm Maria Hill. Always a pleasure to welcome someone with a head on their shoulders to Skyhold."
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