In Search Of...

[salvatore_underfoot]

WHO: All Welcome, ATTN: Taashath
WHAT: Seeking mages and a certain qunari
WHEN: First two weeks, following this conversation
WHERE: Around Skyhold, Herald’s Rest
NOTES: He’s screening mages and looking for a handful who will be willing to join him in meeting with the Templars to present their side of Things. Non-mages welcome.

Salvatore has a mission. A responsibility. He wasn’t an altogether responsible person. Not usually. But this was something that mattered. To him. Maybe to others as well. He hopes. He just has to find mages with opinions, and voices ready to be heard.

He can be found in every corner of Skyhold, finding various excuses to interact with whatever mage he bumps into. He starts in the library and steadily makes the rounds, offering assistance in trade for conversation. Need some boxes moved? Tents pitched? Training? He can spar and talk! Need help with gardening? He can dig holes! Healing? …He can dig holes! (By the way, how do you feel about feel circles?)

He does take up the Knight-Commander’s suggestion and heads down to the Herald’s Rest as soon as it is prudent to do so. Maneuvering around people and tables, he’s less concerned about getting a drink and more concerned with his objective. How hard can it be to find a “behemoth”, as Sauveterre put it?

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[el_tybs]

Maybe 'hard' wasn't quite the word Sam was looking for. Challenging maybe? It wasn't a bad question, just not something a lot of people wanted to get into depth upon first meeting. Oh well.

Sam doesn't look all that surprised that Sal brought up Templars next. Whenever someone brings up the Circles, questions about Templars aren't far behind. "Ah... I can't say I love them, but I can't say I hate them either. The idea of what a Templar is supposed to be, a protector to everyone, is tarnished by what a lot of Templars end up being. Jailers, punishers... executioners." Sam smiles lightly despite his last words, remembering his most recent meeting with a certain fellow. "They all aren't bad though. Just another corrupt system."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"No. Not all of them." Perhaps they're thinking of the same certain fellow, though Sal is withholding his judgement until he sees how things pan out. Templars are one thing; Templar leaders are another. "I agree. The system has done more harm than good, I'd say. But it was the Templars that got me and mine out of a tough bind, so I can't fault all of them."

He shifts some, so he's better facing Sam. "I don't suppose you would be interested at all in expressing your thoughts to other interested parties?"

[el_tybs]

That actually surprises Sam. Normally questions like these lead to someone asking you to join their cause or if you qualify to be part of their group. Being asked to come and talk about his thoughts on the matters? That's different.

"I don't actively go around talking to people about what I think. Too many do that. If people actually want to know my opinion I'll give it gladly. I'd be willing to voice my opinions to other parties who want to hear or discuss them."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"Fair enough." Sal has no ulterior motives, no causes or gangs to join. Although... A mage gang...? No. No gangs. Stupid idea.

"Once I have a where and when, I'll be in contact. Thank you for letting me bother you." With a smile, Sal gathers himself up and rises. "Do let me know how the book turns out?"

[el_tybs]

Sam raises said book with a nod. "Will do. You're better off finding me at the forges or the tavern if you come looking for me personally."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"Ah, yes. The forges. Where else would one find a mage?" Though Sam has the build for it, Sal still makes the most disbelieving face. "No, sorry, sorry. I was leaving, wasn't I? Another day, you'll explain it to me, though, alright?"

[el_tybs]

Sam grins at the question, which only grows wider when Sal looks like he wants to hear an actual answer for it. "Another day then. I'll see you around, Sal."

[salvatore_underfoot]

Sal waves and leaves before he can take back his farewell. He's got work to do damn it.