O1 ♚ I'M IN NEED OF AN ANSWER

[slaveking]

WHO: Marcel Gerard & you
WHAT: A vampire chillin' in Thedas gets a log with both open and closed starter options. Running on rooftops, hanging at the tavern, murder practice, the usual.
WHEN: December
WHERE: Various throughout the fortress Skyhold
NOTES: Up to PG-13 for language, will note more in subject headers as they arise

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[slaveking]

Marcel inclines his head in agreement. He doesn't know a lot about the Inquisition yet, but enough about it and war in general that he understands why the absence of nice decor. Too busy fighting invading demons, and the erstwhile Tevinter evil lord of evil apparently sponsoring the influx. At some point, and soon, the war is probably going to become more real for him than that, but while he's kicking around the home front, he's mostly just glad to be in good company.

"Money and connections," he says. "Maybe someday that'll be us. And a clubhouse." A sinewy forefinger curls through the air, taps down on the mermaid that she's holding in her hands. Not stealing; he'll save that for a way back home. "We might could use your aesthetic sense if and when that all starts to happen for us."

It's subtle because he's so offhand about it, but she probably catches it. The way he says when instead of if.

"Is this an aquatic mythology theme for reasons, or you hiding a tail under those clothes?" It'd probably count as a lewd remark, but Marcel's still grinning genial, remembering that her eyes are up here, companionable in his demeanor. And she was frank enough about the reaction that her playing cards tend to get from people who haven't had the privilege of playing games in her homeworld.