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WHO: Korrin and anyone.
WHAT: Korrin helping restore/exploring Skyhold
WHEN: Now or any time within the past two weeks.
WHERE: Skyhold, naturally. All over.
NOTES: Any previous CR from TDM is welcome. Or, since she's traveled all over, if it'd you'd like them to have already met, just let me know and we can talk details.

The Inquisition's recent history would have anyone reeling, and Korrin Ataash is no exception. Present for that last night at Haven and the trek to Skyhold, the Vashoth mage has those memories firmly in mind, though she can't bring herself to talk about it with anyone. Instead, she focuses her attention outward, into being productive. Need debris moved, doorways cleared, a walkway restored? Just ask the nearby mage, who is all over the fortress helping out however possible. She doesn't seem to mind conversation either, as long as she's allowed to work and talk at the same time.

While she can and does go on for long stretches, Korrin isn't exhaustible or unreasonable about taking breaks. Even during said breaks she's not idle, though, preferring to explore Skyhold bit by bit. She can be found poking about almost anywhere, but the Undercroft, Armory and Training Grounds -and, naturally, the tavern- are the most likely targets of her interest. And of course if there's anyone who looks especially lost or in need of assistance, she'll be there to help.

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"A warning that they are about to be overrun by the taint. Twisted into something mindless, savage. Rather than become that they go down to the Deep Roads to take as many of the Darskpawn with them." They had time yet for Jonas and Alistair. No true sentimental elf he but the idea of them needing to do that? Unsettles him somewhat. He had made an offer, once, to end it quickly and peacefully. The sputtering indignation had been more than enough to convince him it wasn't warranted. "But from the moment of joining they have thirty to forty years before that becomes a problem- it is far too soon."

Korrin shudders, getting the image well enough of what it might be like to have that always hanging over one's head. She wasn't even sure if it was possible for her anyway. Maybe qunari weren't as affected...but she has no desire to find out for certain. "Far too soon, and it's a far bet that the world runs out of Grey Wardens faster than it does darkspawn, even without a Blight. I'd hate to see what happens without them, Calling or otherwise."

With that, she forces herself to smirk a little. "And here I was going to ask if you'd ever been tempted to join them. With such a generous retirement plan, how can one refuse?"

"And trade the Crows for the Wardens?" He cracks a laugh. "Ah, no. I have had my freedom for the past ten years and I intend to enjoy it for quite awhile longer. They join because they must or because they feel it right. Honestly? I could not say. Those I know best are either missing or foolishly noble."

Alistair, Maker bless him, was not often the most pragmatic of men.

"I can't blame you for not wanting to be in either category. I sure as hell don't, not in the slightest."

Korrin shakes her head, understanding the need for the Wardens even as she's certain it's a sacrifice she could never make herself. She wants to change the world for the better in her own way, one not involving tainting herself and dealing with darkspawn horrors all the time.

"You're judged by the company you keep, though. That you stuck by them when you could have just left speaks well of you."

"I owed Jonas a life debt. Until I'd seen his task through I wasn't about to leave- besides. It offered me some protection from the Crows. Attempting to assassinate a Warden is..impolitic, truly. Not many made a bid for that contract." He did for his own reasons, known only to himself and the Warden. "Afterward...they became friends of mine, I suppose. A strange thing to have but- keeping in touch with them has kept me mindful of how fortunate I was to be shown mercy. Perhaps this noble gallavanting about has it's benefits, yes?"

That brings out a small grin and approving nod from Korrin. "For all the risks you must have taken, I'd hope so. But, I think I understand to some degree. The rest of the Valo-Kas may not be here, but I know I can count on them when I need it. Even if that comes with Kaariss and his terrible poetry."

"Were we all here aiding the Inquisition I would know the fate of the world is in good hands. Sadly, that cannot be." Alistair was minding the Wardens, Jonas was missing, Oghren was with the wardens somewhere or another, Shale had long since sought out different shores, Sten returned home ages ago, Morrigan did whatever it was she pleased and may appear one day or another, she had a habit of doing so, Leliana was here, and Wynne?

Wynne had died not long ago. They are scattered and shall likely remain so. "All this does is leave room for new blood to rise up and be the heroes this world needs. I am content to be the sexy assassin sidekick."

"How refreshing, to find someone so aware of his strengths. And I'll be the 'scary qunari mage'. Nevermind that only one of those is constantly applicable." She snorts and crosses her arms, not thrilled with stereotypes but knowing it's going to take more work to successfully establish herself as anything else.

"While you're at it, a sexy assassin sidekick who fends off falling elves would be nice. It's already a pattern, and no one seems to care that I have these things called horns. Somehow, I don't think that's going to end well."

"I would have gone with 'gorgeous qunari mage' but that is just me." The jaw, the eyes, the horns, the arms? Where should Zevran even start with how she is terribly lovely? He could go on for quite some time if pressed- or even if he was not. "Are you certain they are not doing it on purpose in order to be caught by you?"

"Good to know." The flattery gets him a warm laugh in response, as Korrin doesn't mind it or is especially self-conscious about that sort of thing. "If they are, they're taking pains not to show it. Playing hard to get, maybe? In a really weird, 'almost got us killed' fashion. That's more excitement than I'm used to having around here."

"Do you prefer your flirtations to be more straightforward? I ask only out of intellectual curiosity, I assure you." Lies, terrible, terrible lies, but knowing someone's preferences is never a bad thing.

"Uh-huh. Of course." But sure, she'll play along. Korrin will take some flirting far better than people avoiding her because of race or magedom. Besides, it's not as though he's hard on the eyes either. "Straightforward and over drinks, usually. No extreme sports or anything prone to giving bruises or sprains. I know, I'm just weird like that."

"Perhaps, then, after you are finished clearing this area I might purchase you a drink or two?" For company and conversation, of course, nothing else. No designs on her virtue has Zevran. Nope.

Seeing where this is leading, Korrin isn't surprised, of course. She tilts her head and smirks. "Sure, why not? Something to make up for all this tedium would be a nice change of pace." She hasn't decided just how far to take this yet, but company and conversation at the very least. And other things aren't completely off the table, though she makes no promises.

"You may tell me of your travels and I will answer more questions you have about the Blight, yes? It'll be great fun." Step one: Drinks. Step two: ??? Step three: ~~PROFIT!~~ lovemaking? One never knew and it never hurts to give it a shot- besides. She's a qunari mage that isn't leashed- he's never met someone quite like that. All the more reason to learn more of her.

Korrin nods readily to that, probably already forming more questions in her mind as they speak, but she'll save them for the tavern. "You have yourself a deal. I've been meaning to try that new brandy they just got in, anyway. It has to be better than the one time the tired to humor me with a qunari brew better suited to stripping paint."

"I do not think I've heard much of Qunari brews- much of Dwarven- or at least what Oghren would tell me of his brews." The frightening things they were. He shudders at the memory.

Given Korrin's grimace, she's had some first-hand experience in that area. "Never again. I was brave -or stupid- enough to try that swill before, but ignorance was bliss and I know too much now to drink that on purpose. I'd say qunari stuff is better, but that's relative. Most of it's a test in endurance, not something to enjoy."

"Next time I find a good bottle of Antivan Brandy I shall have to find you; it's almost a spiritual experience by comparison. Lives have been made and ruined with it." And the taste? So light and mellow, bright and burning in all the kindest ways.

"So melodramatic." Korrin doesn't refuse, though. How can she turn down an offer like that? She flashes a smile. "Please do that, though forgive me if I hope the life-ruining part doesn't kick in. But that risk still seems less than what I've put up with, so I'll take it."

"Something all Antivans have in common. We're the spirit of romance and drama." Even the Crows had a flair for it, Zevran couldn't help the occasional bit of exaggeration. Especially if it earns him so lovely a smile. "There are pleasant ways to have a life ruined. A torrid love affair comes to mind."

"I haven't seen that romance and drama from the ambassador, though. You're a far better example." Ambassador Montilyet is lovely, but so...proper. Korrin can't imagine the same level of passion from her, not with having seen as little of her as she has so far. An eyebrow arches as amusement reaches her eyes. "Subtle, too. Alright, let me finish this for you and then see if I can manage a break."

"Because she is noble. There are different levels and shades of drama which we are permitted. Likely she'd find courtly gestures far more romantic than a bawdy song and a swashbuckling lover." He has swashed many buckles, so many.

"Fair enough, I suppose, though I know what I'd prefer." Courtly gestures...yeah, it's safe to say Korrin's never had that, but nor does she care. Her entire life has been lived far away from all that noble nonsense, doing exactly what she wanted when she wanted without being bound by the opinions of others. That sort of world is completely alien to her.

"Adventure, fighting back to back against an army of brigands, kissing in the rain afterward while reveling having survived such an ordeal?" Yes? That was his personal favorite. He has yet to find someone to live it with. Alas.