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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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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.

That gets Korrin to chuckle again, amused at the detail provided. "And often-considered fantasy, I take it? Though as fantasies go, that's not a bad one." Given her tone, the scenario is not something she's completely unfamiliar with, either.

"Alas, when the rain falls after a battle there has been more scrambling for cover and shivering by a fire than kissing dramatically. One day, perhaps, I may find a moment for it. Until then? A pleasant dream." He can't help it, the idea is so enticing.

"Eh, it's not completely unobtainable. After-battle passion? Definitely has its place." Korrin smirks, having no problem with encouraging the idea whether involved or not. What better way to celebrate surviving a battle, after all?

"Mmmm...that it does." He'd had his share of post battle lovemaking, but none in the rain. Perhaps in warmer climes it would be possible but in the mountains? Perish the thought.