WHO: sam drake, beth greene, laura kint, & YOU WHAT: open post to try and get back into the groove. starters in comments, hmu for something custom. WHEN: post-modplot, generally in august WHERE: the gallows, kirkwall NOTES: tbd
A brief look, tracking the barkeep, before returning his full attention to Sam. Who has posed a question, and while John hadn't necessarily intended on striking up a full scale conversation—
"I've conducted business there," is not necessarily an answer. John's smile widens just a fraction though, good humored. "Mostly in Llomerryn, but I've spent time on the mainland before. Long enough to pick up a few things."
"'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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"I've conducted business there," is not necessarily an answer. John's smile widens just a fraction though, good humored. "Mostly in Llomerryn, but I've spent time on the mainland before. Long enough to pick up a few things."
Stories, and otherwise.
"But you don't sound like you're from Rivain."
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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.