"'Fraid not." It feels like a good opportunity, so he takes it. "Where do I sound like I'm from?"
His shard's currently pressed up against a tankard, unlikely to be visible. Today, he's decided to try blending in with the local color, so he's got breeches, boots, and a linen shirt that hangs a little loose on his frame. Feels like being a Renaissance fair reject, but it gets less attention than the jeans, so he's giving it an unwilling try.
If this guy's been around the Gallows and seen Sam there, the jig's up, but it's possible this is a chance to figure out a cover story or two. Once he knows where it seems like he's from - assuming Thedas' Boston equivalent is out there at all - he can start researching.
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His shard's currently pressed up against a tankard, unlikely to be visible. Today, he's decided to try blending in with the local color, so he's got breeches, boots, and a linen shirt that hangs a little loose on his frame. Feels like being a Renaissance fair reject, but it gets less attention than the jeans, so he's giving it an unwilling try.
If this guy's been around the Gallows and seen Sam there, the jig's up, but it's possible this is a chance to figure out a cover story or two. Once he knows where it seems like he's from - assuming Thedas' Boston equivalent is out there at all - he can start researching.