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WHO: Gannicus and whoever should encounter him
WHAT: A former slave walks into town
WHEN: Covering a span of a few days, as he settles in
WHERE: Here, there, a little bit everywhere. Cheap taverns, cheaper inns, ditches, also the pier and around the ferry
NOTES: I am down for keeping TDM threads or using them as starters, or starting over if that is what you prefer! I will also match format, if you're not down with brackets.

drinking, taverning, etc

[ This is a man who has spent time on the road.

It's clear from the way he moves, the fact that the cloak around his shoulders is battered and dirty, the way that the mud clings to his very high boots. His pack that he totes around is weathered but dry, treated with wax that surely was put there months ago.

To catch him at a tavern involves watching him drink, and perhaps watching him fumble with coins as though he's not entirely sure of their current value. However he's not a fool with his money, and anyone who tries to pickpocket him will find themselves suddenly gain a few broken fingers.

He fumbles a bit but he also settles, takes a drink of wine. Considers it. Raises his eyebrows. ]

Maker knows I've had worse.

[ He says that aloud to whoever is next to him. ]

Pier

[ It's very early in the morning and he's already there, but it's not particularly clear if he's waiting for the ferry or if he's just sitting and watching the water. He has both of his swords on his lap as he sits, cross-legged, looking vaguely ruffled, a bit like a cat who didn't expect to be forced to come out so early.

He looks up as someone approaches; he has his cloak wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl, but his hair is a wild mess around his head. ]

Do you know how to do a proper braid?

[ He raises his eyebrows, like it's an invitation. ]

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[He just raises his eyebrows.]

You know not many Vintish men, then.

[They all seem obsessed with war, the ones who are truly from the country, as opposed to men more like him, who are taken there against their will.]

If you assume that to be true of everyone you meet here, you'll be right more often than not.

( what the average southerner knows about tevinter would fill a very short pamphlet illustrated with scary pictures. gwenaëlle has probably met more of them than most people she's met in her life have, and she could almost certainly count them on one hand. )

Most of the Inquisition still thinks every mage in Tevinter is a magister.

( the reason she doesn't is because altus pavus explaining otherwise was sort of memorable. she shrugs, smiles, crooked: )

I'm happy to take your word for it they're majority fucked, though. The vast majority I encounter are Venatori, so—

( you know, it's sort of a to the death kind of encounter. she doesn't count that as meeting. )

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They are a brutal lot.

[He says it with a shrug. He is a brutal man, but that is what they made him, and he's not ashamed of it.]

I do not know many of that lot. They do not oft frequent the diversions of sand and blood.

Pity.

( it'd be more useful if he did, but— probably less likely for him to have made it this far. )

That they did not spend time in arena?

[He asks that with a dripping measure of hesitation, because it would be weird.]

( matter of fact, )

That you're coming from north without that information. But that's an assumption, ( a fair concession, she thinks— ) I don't know enough about Tevinter to guess what else you might have valuable intelligence on. I assume you're here for something.

( a shrug: ) Just a shame it isn't the obvious. We could use it.