Tomorrow will be kinder.

[dreadinquisitor]

WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Open
WHAT: Maxwell's got some things he'd like to get done before the Inquisition heads out.
WHEN: Before heading to the Emprise
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: One prompt is smoopy. You have been warned.

Archery Range:

Settled in the garden, Maxwell and his belongings had been right in the path of the abomination. He'd managed to escape unscathed, but the rest of his things weren't as lucky. Many were damaged, or outright destroyed. And replacing them was not as easy it had once been.

Keenly aware that he had no real right to complain, and that the alternatives - on either side - could be much worse, he said nothing about it. Merely put his head down, and got to work. Doing whatever he could to earn a little extra coin, or to trade for replacement clothes and bedding. (And maybe, if he was lucky, enough extra to prepare for the trek to the frigid mountains of the Emprise.)

The archery range was a good place for this. Any bowman worth their salt could fletch and sharpen their own arrows, but it was busy work and Maxwell didn't mind offering his hands and time for a small fee. For a larger price he'd even tend to the bows themselves - restringing, and waxing, maybe a little customization? How about some nice engraving?

He liked the work, and it put a little money in his pocket. A victory all around, in Maxwell's book.

Forge:

When he'd filled his requests for the day, and when Skyhold's blacksmiths had hung up their tools for the night, Maxwell took their place with some work of his own. He hoped that he might be able to finish his gift for Gavin before the Inquisition broke for the Emprise. He didn't know if the elf was going, or even if he was, how much they might see of each other while they were there. (It wasn't a holiday, after all.)

The idea of getting the necklaces finished, and being able to take a piece of each other where ever they went... it made him smile, and pushed him to work that much harder, stoking the fires long into the night.

Skyhold Wild Card:

There was time, occasionally, for tea or ale in the Herald's Rest. And he was still looking for some corner of the castle to call his own, after the last had been burnt to a crisp. Even if neither were particularly productive, he did get to meet all sorts of new faces.

Comments

Archery Field

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss had made her own arrows for so long, when the man offered to make them for her she almost automatically said no. However, she'd been making a fair bit of coin off her leathers to the nobility around here, and why not? She'd already bought hair oil, of all things. Why not spoil herself with arrows? His might be better. So she put the silver in the man's hand, and held out her quiver.

"What do you use?" She asked, as she watched him piece out arrows. "And ... are there designs on these?" Wow, fancy. Katniss was impressed.

Forge!!

[amygdalae]

[Late nights were not a rare thing for Bruce - if anything it was a long familiar thing to him now, and one that Bruce had adapted his schedule around. Many nights now he had spent staying up reading, meditating, or going up to the battlements in order to brew his potions for the next day.

Tonight, however, he had to stay late with a patient due to complications in her illness, but at least it had a happy ending from that; the worst had passed and she was on the road to recovery. He'd have to come back later in the morning to be certain, but everything should be fine.

With his supplies Bruce starts to make his way back to his tent to settle down for the night and see if he could sleep earlier tonight, but as he passed by the forge on the way he heard the sound of hammering coming over and that made Bruce pause. It was far too late for anybody to work in there, so who could it be...?

Curiosity getting the better of him, Bruce headed towards the forge and slowly peered in.] Hello?