"Such hypocrisy goes hand-in-hand with cowardice," he growls between mouthfuls of fried squid. "It seems the further north one goes here, the worse it gets."
He has read what the actual Qunari do to their mages. His perpetual scowl only deepens.
"...Do you face much trouble from the humans here?"
i’m so sorry!! eventually my life will stop blowing up
Astrid’s expression turns thoughtful. “A few people here in Kirkwall are a little shitty, they make assumptions. They’ve not met a lot of Avvar besides, like, hearing that we’re all growling barbarians in furs or whatever. But I don’t expect it’s as bad as… Why, have you?”
If he looks like a Qunari but isn’t actually a Qunari, then surely that might lead to some problems. The skittish way people look at the big horned foreigners, this newfound experience of an entire species’ baggage which isn’t your own.
Astrid snorts, bemused: “I’ll keep practicin’ it.”
And then she finally slides off the sea-wall, her boots hitting the ground; it brings her back to standing and shorter than him, the angle now a little uncomfortable to crane her head to look up at the not-a-Qunari, but at least this way she can amble into a walk beside him. She wipes her hands off on her trousers, the seafood snack now gone.
“Where were you headed? Before those dwarves’ cart broke open.”
Astrid has to lengthen her steps to match Vlast’s longer gait, but she takes it in stride (both literal and figurative); she’s used to a quick pace, a run, hurrying through the wilderness for hours on end.
“Shopping,” she says. “I’m after some white facepaint and wood, for carving. Want to familiarise yourself with the market? It’ll be useful for haggling. All you’ve gotta do is stand beside me and look real intimidating, like.”
And she pulls slightly ahead, setting a course and a destination. He’ll be able to observe the social interactions and transactions around them, and the negotiation itself, as Astrid eventually delves into fierce haggling and arguing back and forth with the owner of a stall of miscellanies. There’s some loud voices, some wild gesticulation of hands, a lot of numbers, a lot of the proprietor shooting skittish looks at the hulking shape of Vlast, and then, finally: a good deal on some wood and some whittling knives.
Vlast is very good at being big and imposing. He's a head and a half taller than the next tallest person in the market and twice as broad, and his face settles naturally into a scowl or sneer.
Meanwhile, he watches the rapidfire haggling with interest. It's... a lot to take in, and some of the dynamics are lost on him, but it's a battle of sorts. One of wits and words and cunning, something Astrid seems to have in abundance.
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"Such hypocrisy goes hand-in-hand with cowardice," he growls between mouthfuls of fried squid. "It seems the further north one goes here, the worse it gets."
He has read what the actual Qunari do to their mages. His perpetual scowl only deepens.
"...Do you face much trouble from the humans here?"
i’m so sorry!! eventually my life will stop blowing up
If he looks like a Qunari but isn’t actually a Qunari, then surely that might lead to some problems. The skittish way people look at the big horned foreigners, this newfound experience of an entire species’ baggage which isn’t your own.
no worries! take as much time as you need
He's been very, very good about encouraging that distance be maintained.
"For a growling barbarian, your growl could use some work."
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And then she finally slides off the sea-wall, her boots hitting the ground; it brings her back to standing and shorter than him, the angle now a little uncomfortable to crane her head to look up at the not-a-Qunari, but at least this way she can amble into a walk beside him. She wipes her hands off on her trousers, the seafood snack now gone.
“Where were you headed? Before those dwarves’ cart broke open.”
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He ponders the question - he had no destination in mind, but he certainly had goals, however nebulous.
"I wish to familiarize myself with this place," he says, at last. "And you?"
wrap as we sidle over to the newer one? :’)
“Shopping,” she says. “I’m after some white facepaint and wood, for carving. Want to familiarise yourself with the market? It’ll be useful for haggling. All you’ve gotta do is stand beside me and look real intimidating, like.”
And she pulls slightly ahead, setting a course and a destination. He’ll be able to observe the social interactions and transactions around them, and the negotiation itself, as Astrid eventually delves into fierce haggling and arguing back and forth with the owner of a stall of miscellanies. There’s some loud voices, some wild gesticulation of hands, a lot of numbers, a lot of the proprietor shooting skittish looks at the hulking shape of Vlast, and then, finally: a good deal on some wood and some whittling knives.
sounds excellent to me :3c
Meanwhile, he watches the rapidfire haggling with interest. It's... a lot to take in, and some of the dynamics are lost on him, but it's a battle of sorts. One of wits and words and cunning, something Astrid seems to have in abundance.
Clever human.