open: a little rain never hurt no one.

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WHO: Loxley, Tony Stark, Marcus Rowntree
WHAT: Three awkward ferry rides. (Or more, if I get more tags, but you know.)
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: The Kirkwall docks
NOTES: Tag any of these! I don't mind double ups. This is also just a general catch all post if you want to do something slightly different, or drastically different.

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Good with his hands, she thinks. Good at hiding things. Secrets? Magic, or maybe just sleight-of-hand, but either way. Something of note, how that silver vanishes.

She has little use for coins at this particular juncture. She doesn't want to steal his, even if she's curious as to where it's gone.

"When Tevinter is not as heavy on the Minanter, ferrying their red lyrium to and fro, you should visit. A town of revels and gamblers. You'd like it there, at least for a little while." He could make coin, or steal it from drunkards. Either way. "Kirkwall is dark. Brutal in it's history, and little need for adornment from it. It isn't as shiny." And part of her misses the shiny.

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Loxley raises an eyebrow, oh would he?, about liking a town of revels and gamblers. What could possibly have given her that impression, save for everything about him, and of course she's correct enough for him to mark the name of this place for future reference.

"I'm afraid I don't take many vacations," he says, "not unless it's of the working kind. But I've seen quite a bit, that way. But as far as Kirkwall's concerned—"

He looks up towards the slowly retreating mass of urban spread, firelight, a liveliness to it at this hour. He nods in its direction. "When the moon's out, and you've sailed fair enough away, you might be forced to admit its got its own gleam. You know, from a distance. And that's not even counting Hightown.

"I sort of like it," he admits.

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"It'll have to grow on her," she says with a grumble, but she does look in the direction of Kirkwall rapidly retreating from sight. "Like a mold."

River giggles, then, and turns back to sit properly in her seat. "But it'll come to her. The liking of a new city, the releasing of old fears. Over time, probably, or maybe suddenly and all at once." She shrugs. Who is to say? Definitely not her.

"Is being in Thedas a new adventure?" Or just something new to be suffered through? She's never spoken to a Rifter before, and so she's curious as to how one has adapted when they've been here long enough to say things like 'I don't take many vacations'. Shouldn't trips to other worlds be a vacation?

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Should he ask? About this third-person speaking quirk? His impulse is to do so, particularly while he's imbibed a decent amount of liquor, but it does seem rude, and why shouldn't she. Still, it's kept tucked up a sleeve as Loxley resettles in his seat, tugging the collar of his coat a little to protect himself from the rain a little.

Not much, and he doesn't seem to mind it besides. The word 'adventure' gets a half-cocked smile from him. "In its way," he says. "It was to begin with, but the thing about adventures is they're supposed to end, so you can all have a good laugh about it, learn lessons, so on, so forth.

"But here we are," he says, hands spreading. "Myself and my friend, Richard, we've been here for a couple of years, now. Longer."

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Everyone asks, eventually. Some faster than others, and some don't like her answer after she's been addressed with the 'why'. But River appreciates the people that take the time to listen to her, despite her quirks of speech.

"A friend named Richard." Consideration with a hum. A couple of years now, longer, means about three, she figures, but less than four. That's a long time. "Is it easier, with a friend from home?" Or just... different?