That shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who’s crawled outside today. Patrols, mercenaries, and merchants are converging on Skyhold en masse, like a whirling black murmuration of the basest human needs.
(And Dwarven, and Qun, and Elven, and...)
The results are loud as shit. If you don't want to talk, there's no better place to hide.
Mel’s been watching the gamblers in back, waving away any invitations to join. Tonight it’s Phoenix Clutch, which near as she can work it is just another bastard kid off of Wicked Grace. Two years back in Amaranthine, it was Fool's Crown. In Denerim, the Goat's Pot.
But the breed doesn’t matter, cards are a sucker’s game. Worse than dice — with that you’ve only got to keep track of one set of hands at a time. In cards, you can cheat as well as you like, and it won’t always matter for shit. No, she’s not playing here. A place like Skyhold, full of spies, and soldiers, and Antivans? The lies congeal every time someone coughs.
So she’s been hanging back, steadily nursing her drink. Every so often she’ll drift by an abandoned mug and dump it unceremoniously into hers. If the barman's caught on, he's been to say a thing.
A WARDEN WALKS INTO A BAR, OUCH - Rafael
That shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who’s crawled outside today. Patrols, mercenaries, and merchants are converging on Skyhold en masse, like a whirling black murmuration of the basest human needs.
(And Dwarven, and Qun, and Elven, and...)
The results are loud as shit. If you don't want to talk, there's no better place to hide.
Mel’s been watching the gamblers in back, waving away any invitations to join. Tonight it’s Phoenix Clutch, which near as she can work it is just another bastard kid off of Wicked Grace. Two years back in Amaranthine, it was Fool's Crown. In Denerim, the Goat's Pot.
But the breed doesn’t matter, cards are a sucker’s game. Worse than dice — with that you’ve only got to keep track of one set of hands at a time. In cards, you can cheat as well as you like, and it won’t always matter for shit. No, she’s not playing here. A place like Skyhold, full of spies, and soldiers, and Antivans? The lies congeal every time someone coughs.
So she’s been hanging back, steadily nursing her drink. Every so often she’ll drift by an abandoned mug and dump it unceremoniously into hers. If the barman's caught on, he's been to say a thing.
But — hey! You weren’t finished with that!