In an open square, seated on a set of steps that lead up to the battlements, Skyhold's latest and greatest hero, Scipio the Marvel, is very carefully tearing pages out of a book.
In general, Scipio is happy. Skyhold is not Antiva City, and being a Warden is a drastically different career than the one that he has known. And Scipio is a complainer, but his complaints can be assuaged if he finds something to hold his interest. His involvement with the Wardens has been as distant as he could manage up until the more recent months, where he found himself participating.
Participation: what a dirty word! But it has not been so bad, no matter what Rafa says, or what he says to Rafa to cover up the fact that he's enjoyed the tasks he's been set. Yes, of course it helps, to have magic boots, to keep him warm; yes, of course it helps, that his tasks so far have been alternatively easy and heroic. A lover of tales and a lover of ballads, Scipio has found that he liked his chances to play hero. A genuine hero, not just wearing a hero's disguise.
Tearing pages out of a book is not quite so heroic, but it is necessary. He words with nimble fingers and a small pen-knife, his gloves tucked into his belt and his lute strapped firmly to his back. He hums a jaunty tune as he works, without any accompaniment besides the shrrrf of tearing paper. And, when he has mined all the pages he wants to mine, he throws the slim-and-now-slimmer volume over his shoulder, into the empty yard--
--Which is not so empty. But he's focused on his task and not to blame, should that book hit someone.
wherever!
In general, Scipio is happy. Skyhold is not Antiva City, and being a Warden is a drastically different career than the one that he has known. And Scipio is a complainer, but his complaints can be assuaged if he finds something to hold his interest. His involvement with the Wardens has been as distant as he could manage up until the more recent months, where he found himself participating.
Participation: what a dirty word! But it has not been so bad, no matter what Rafa says, or what he says to Rafa to cover up the fact that he's enjoyed the tasks he's been set. Yes, of course it helps, to have magic boots, to keep him warm; yes, of course it helps, that his tasks so far have been alternatively easy and heroic. A lover of tales and a lover of ballads, Scipio has found that he liked his chances to play hero. A genuine hero, not just wearing a hero's disguise.
Tearing pages out of a book is not quite so heroic, but it is necessary. He words with nimble fingers and a small pen-knife, his gloves tucked into his belt and his lute strapped firmly to his back. He hums a jaunty tune as he works, without any accompaniment besides the shrrrf of tearing paper. And, when he has mined all the pages he wants to mine, he throws the slim-and-now-slimmer volume over his shoulder, into the empty yard--
--Which is not so empty. But he's focused on his task and not to blame, should that book hit someone.
Hello, someone.