I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots

[hlif]

WHO: Asher Hardie; open
WHAT: Asher arrives in Skyhold, John Cena's theme plays in the distance
WHEN: mid-late Wintermarch; feel free to just bump into him later than his arrival
WHERE: Skyhold, by the healing tents and the stables but if you want to wildcard bumping into him then go for it
NOTES: language most likely, if you'd like to assume past CR then hit me up.

The rest of the Boneflayers make for the tavern almost immediately, a collection of rogues and one annoyed mage abandoning their leader with a pouch of coin to leave Asher alone, just through the main gates of Skyhold trying to coax a tired grumpy bronto to the stables, the wagon behind it groaning with supplies. Meat, vegetables, leather, wool, some wheels of cheese, even some home-brewed ale, all packed high and lashed into the wagon, a gift of support from his family they've all been complaining about since they rumbled through the Hinterlands and up. He might be a big guy but he can't do everything himself, not when there's also a grizzled looking mabari plodding along too.

Most of the people he makes eye contact with seem to be looking away quickly, which y'know, rude but unsurprising when you're Asher's height and tend to look half-feral.

"Look if someone will just point me to the bloody kitchens so I can get rid of this I'll be grateful." Only no one is helping, please help him before someone gets punched.

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[hlif]

"Thing is, we had to bribe her to learn healing spells. For a while it was a smaller crew, me, my second Melisende, Amalia our mage, and people who drifted in and out. She’s always been an apostate, both her parents left different Circles and so she grew up roaming around with mercenaries - Amalia likes setting things on fire, that’s maybe her favourite thing to do in the world but we needed a healer and magical healing is quicker than chugging potions." A potion involves more fiddling around and sometimes Asher’s barely on his feet, reeling and laughing with blood everywhere so he’s grateful for something that hits him right away. And he loves Amalia, her complaints and all, loves her like a little sister. "I think she does it that way as a dare - you lot asked me to do this, so it’s your own fault.

I suppose it’s something the Circle teaches well though, that’s got to be the biggest thing mages have going for them. Or had. Don’t know how the dust’ll settle now. But if we get the work I'm hoping we'll get, you won't be short of work."

And no he doesn't sound as though he's relishing that prospect, that would be absurd.

[aceso]

"Oh, Maker!" Christine laughs. "If only you had had me. I know every healing spell there is. But then I could hardly take the place of your fire mage. She sounds suited for combat." And it may be that Christine has a bit of a chip on her shoulder. While she believes mages should be free, she also thinks they should get the proper training they need, without being locked away. The excuses that it was to protect them from the outside world hardly holds up when there is story after story of the Templars' corruption from within. But maybe this Amalia isn't an ill-educated apostate. If her parents were in the Circle system, they probably taught her well enough. She hasn't been taken over by a demon, at any rate.

"Why do I get the feeling you will become a familiar face at my healing tent, hmm?"

[hlif]

"We're always looking to expand though it's a group decision, the last few joined us back in Kirkwall when the Arishok lost his temper and had a rampage so it's been a while." But seriously, they're always up for new people though the jobs and places Asher drags the crew to are often less than savoury, hence why they've lost folks over the years. Usually whenever Asher takes them to a hold to do some trading and hang out. Another mage wouldn't be a bad idea to balance them out though mages that aren't blood mages? Thin on the ground.

"Well at least it's a handsome face and not an ugly mug you'll be stuck with, and one like yours'll get me on my feet faster."

[aceso]

"You know, you are not the first to claim I have a face that heals," she replies, picking up her second load. It's honestly fine with her if others want to compliment her appearance. She can't say she isn't a little bit vain about it. But she hopes that's not all she is to people. Christine wants to be seen as a hard-working, competent healer too.

[hlif]

"Just the most rugged, right?" Not one to be backwards about coming forwards is Asher, not with the sort of life he's lived because he's never given a shit what anyone thinks of him. If she laughs it off, rolls her eyes, wrinkles her nose with disgust? He'll brush it off and get on with it. "You'll want to punch me before you can send me on my way, if I don't try to escape first. I hate lying around doing nothing."

[aceso]

"As a matter of fact, you are." The last to say something had been Gavin, and elves have no facial hair.

Oh, no, he's one of those patients. The kind that make her want to tear out her hair. "I am a healer. I would not punch you." But she shoots him a look that's a bit proud. "I would just hold you in place with a force field."

[hlif]

That only makes him grin more, giving his beard a scratch because yeah, until a full-blooded Avvar male shows up, he gets to strut around.

“You’d want to punch me.” Or scream at him maybe as he still tried to get out of bed but a forcefield? Well that’s just downright intriguing. “I’ve never been held down by those before. Ropes and people, but not that, you never know I might quite fancy that.”

[aceso]

"If you fancy that, then you'd be a good little patient and not one I would wish to punch," she points out, heading back towards the kitchens once more. "I suppose we will have to test this the next time you find yourself under my care." Not that she wishes harm on people, but he seems certain he'll get into some trouble sooner or later.