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[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders and You*! (*unless you are someone who will turn him in. ONE DAY THERE WILL BE CR. /reaches sadly)
WHAT: Detlef going about his days, helping out, being argumentative, everything
WHEN: Mid-Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Probably nothing? I'll edit if that changes

Healing tents

Anders is found in these most often during the day. Everything's easier when he works, really, when he and Justice can both be on the same page. They're doing good. They're furthering the cause of mage freedom. And more importantly, no one is being hurt. Are you a patient? He's probably checking you over before getting to work. Co-worker? Hand him the elfroot salve, please? Or just drop by and find him where he's most willing to be chatty as he works.

Garden

There's nothing like seeing a mage seemingly talking to a tree. Considering previous events, it's probably a little worrying. But upon closer approach one can see that there's a terrified cat clinging to a very small branch that's just barely supporting its weight, and they can hear the mage trying to talk the cat down as if the cat can understand anything that's being said.

"You can do it. Just step... Come on. A little lower. Please?"

Just outside Skyhold

There's a garden inside the walls. It has plenty of things growing in it, including basically everything Anders is looking for. It's hard for him to stay inside the walls for too long, though. He needs to be outside, to wander some, to remind himself that the walls aren't keeping him in. While it isn't the healthiest method of coping, there are certainly worse ways to go about it.

Anyone running into him out here gets a look that's a mix of surprised and bashful - the latter due to him not really having any way to explain why he's out here with a handful of easy-to-get herbs in hand.

Library

He's seated in the Library, head buried in a book the way it never was when he was at the Circle, with a pair of large tomes next to him. They're probably not that surprising for a spirit healer, treatises on spirits and their nature, but he doesn't look pleased. And he isn't. He's not finding anything that will help with his situation, and Anders is aware that he might not have a lot of time left for the looking.

Approaches from strangers get a glance up and a nod, before he'll ask if they need to get to something past him. Known people get asked a little absently how their day is going before he turns another page.

[Or] Alternately, he's curled up off to the side, on the ground, paging through a book on obscure magic that talks about various rumored spells that the author doubts really exist. His attention is primarily on the shapeshifting portion, and he looks a little wistful. Anyone approaching who glances at the book get a half-smile and asked if it wouldn't be fun, being able to transform into animals.

Wildcard

[Hit him up wherever? He grabs food in the kitchens on the go, sometimes is at the tavern in a corner near the back, sits on the walls and looks out sometimes, surreptitiously feeds the stray cats around skyhold (and scolds any dogs that try to take the food,) and may, every now and then, see if he can zap armor in just the right way so straw and fabric and all sorts of things stick to it.]

Comments

[lacere]

The amused eyebrow is met with a quirk to her smile. A mage who knows how to banter. Her favourite kind.

"Sort of. Skyhold seems safe," Harding elaborates, shuffling from foot to foot in the snow. "Safety means complacency. We're at the mercy of the weather up here. At least most of my lot have seen bad weather and terrain before. That's not the same."

[justice_is_blond]

"And many mages are used to walls and no weather, as opposed to the dangers hidden by what looks simple and pretty. Of course. If it's any comfort, I've spent a great deal of time avoiding said walls and dealing with terrain."

He offers his hand with a small smile. "Call me Detlef. Likely I won't be needing your people to haul me out of a snowbank, but I do appreciate the watchfulness." Not that he likes being watched, but considering the motivation behind it, he's all right with that.

[lacere]

"Lead Scout Harding," Harding offers back, taking his hand for a firm shake. "And I'll remember that when we have to haul you out." She winks. That's a joke, Detlef seems to know what he's doing. From his explanation, anyway; the fewer tumbles into snowdrifts, the better.

"Have you been in Skyhold long?"

[justice_is_blond]

The smile grows at the joke and handshake. His own is firm enough, comparable, but definitely not an attempt at competition.

"A few weeks. Long enough to gain enough weight that it may take a few scouts to haul me out of a snowbank if I fall in." He's still skinny in a way that isn't entirely healthy, but he no longer looks like he's starving. It's progress. "If I'm here much longer, you may even need a horse."

Granted, he wouldn't place bets on himself surviving for much longer, but it would be nice. He likes living.

"You've certainly been with them a time to become Lead Scout. Are you the best, were you first here, or some sort of combination of the both?" If he makes a run for it one day, will she be leading them?

[lacere]

"That's a thought." Scouts in a row, falling into snow. "We might not be needing the horse, though. I'm stronger than I look." She could haul out the scouts and the horse. Well, no, but she can lift a grown human man if needs must, so surely she can manage a skinny mage, even if he puts on a few more pounds.

She might, and Thedas will discover the phrase arrow to the knee. But as is, she shrugs, slightly. "Little bit of both," she reasons. "When the Inquisition was first formed? Didn't know a thing about the Hinterlands, so, I offered to help. Drew them a map and all, but... guides are better. Came back to camp the next day to show them around. I ended up staying afterwards, led some advances, scout operations, would up being promoted. Apparently I'm good at my job." She chuckles, not that she doubts it. She is, afterall, indispensable.

[justice_is_blond]

He'll accept her words that she's stronger than she looks. Anders doesn't feel like challenging someone to prove their strength. He's not quite that dumb.

"If you weren't, they wouldn't have let you keep the promotion." The Inquisition might not have paid enough attention to realize who he is, yet, but he's quite sure that anyone who was inept or incompetent or simply lazy would be reported very quickly. There are a lot of people in the Inquisition, but not so many that weak spots can be overlooked.

"How many lands are you familiar with?" She probably knows more than he does, or at least as many but more in depth. He asks anyway. Even though all of his traveling has been by necessity, he does like seeing different places and getting new ideas of the lands he enters.