WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, others WHAT: a catch-all with starters in the comments; will match format WHEN: early Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall NOTES: Erik comes with a built-in language warning
"Looking for anything in particular?" comes a voice.
John's hands are empty, but he's paused in his journey to veer in towards where Erik has lingered. There's an appointment he's meant to keep in Hightown, but there's time enough to wind his way up to the estate in question. Leaving time for a scattering of conversation as he moves through the city is habit by now, three years in to his residency here.
"Nah, I tend to just look around and see what's what." Erik looks up with a shrug, nodding in John's direction. "Lot more handmade shit than back home, which makes it interestin'. How about you?"
"I've an appointment in Hightown, at Lord Archard's estate," John answers, one hand coming to rest on the surface of the table. "But I like to look through the stalls, if I have the time."
John likes to greet the men who work these stalls, stay on good terms just in case there ever comes a moment when he needs something or other from them. But that's neither here nor there.
"Between the two of us, I'm fairly certain you're about to have the better afternoon.'
"Am I allowed to ask who Lord Archard is?" Erik picks up a small armored soldier that was once probably a Tevene's child's toy but is now being sold here; makes him wonder just how far those fleeing the war from Tevinter's borders have reached. "Sometimes the stuff that gets here has me thinkin' about how people move across Thedas, and the goods that follow or proceed them." A shrug. "It's something to do."
"You are, but I won't promise the answer is any more interesting than the offerings on hand here."
The meditation on goods and their transport isn't something John would devote his thoughts, despite qualifying as one of the individuals Erik is indirectly speaking about. Has John not moved back and forth across Thedas, flung to far reaches of the north and drawn again southwards in pursuit of—
The question John poses elicits a small but certain nod from the man. "Definitely; I traveled a lot back home and there's some shit you just can't learn only stuck in one place." He's liked the traveling he's done so far, even; seeing more of Thedas can't be a bad thing by any measure as far as he's concerned.
There had been a point where John had chosen his trajectory in a similar way, considering where might be best and insinuating himself onto the crew of a ship angling in that direction. Riftwatch is not exactly the same, but it has a habit of dispensing it's members throughout Thedas, with some exceptions.
A nod, just once. He's thought about it, but he's unsure still.
"'m curious about Rivain, and Antiva, but I gotta learn the languages first." Obviously going to Tevinter is right out, and he doesn't think he'd thrive in that setting anyway. "At least enough to properly eavesdrop, or what's the fuckin' point?"
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John's hands are empty, but he's paused in his journey to veer in towards where Erik has lingered. There's an appointment he's meant to keep in Hightown, but there's time enough to wind his way up to the estate in question. Leaving time for a scattering of conversation as he moves through the city is habit by now, three years in to his residency here.
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John likes to greet the men who work these stalls, stay on good terms just in case there ever comes a moment when he needs something or other from them. But that's neither here nor there.
"Between the two of us, I'm fairly certain you're about to have the better afternoon.'
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The meditation on goods and their transport isn't something John would devote his thoughts, despite qualifying as one of the individuals Erik is indirectly speaking about. Has John not moved back and forth across Thedas, flung to far reaches of the north and drawn again southwards in pursuit of—
Well.
"Are you looking to travel, as our work permits?"
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The question John poses elicits a small but certain nod from the man. "Definitely; I traveled a lot back home and there's some shit you just can't learn only stuck in one place." He's liked the traveling he's done so far, even; seeing more of Thedas can't be a bad thing by any measure as far as he's concerned.
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There had been a point where John had chosen his trajectory in a similar way, considering where might be best and insinuating himself onto the crew of a ship angling in that direction. Riftwatch is not exactly the same, but it has a habit of dispensing it's members throughout Thedas, with some exceptions.
No one is stopping off in Tevinter, after all.
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"'m curious about Rivain, and Antiva, but I gotta learn the languages first." Obviously going to Tevinter is right out, and he doesn't think he'd thrive in that setting anyway. "At least enough to properly eavesdrop, or what's the fuckin' point?"