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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[fleurdesel]

"I would be greatly appreciated, yes." Adelaide sighs and scrubs at her face, glaring down at the mess. Her accent's thick as Orlesian honey for how weary she is this morning but there were patients that needed to be seen.

threadhop!

[eolasemah]

[I realized we were in the same general location so I'm consolidating threads :D]

Convalescing in a tent after her ill-fated journey to Skyhold, Sina was both exhausted and anxious. She hadn't spent this much time within real walls since... well, Redcliffe, and that had been the first time. With a lingering but manageable cough, she had shifted from her bedroll to sit by the opening flap, her legs curled up against her for warmth and the shard in her chest glinting conspicuously out at any passersby. It was disconcerting, being both a mage and a healer yet being so fully unable to control what lay embedded in her own flesh and bone.

She watched the two humans interacting with a guarded interest, still too worn out to assist and too wary to even speak up.

[salvatore_underfoot]

"What seems to be the problem?" Please nothing too complicated, he prays. He seems to have begun a habit of making a fool of himself in front of healers, and he'd like to make a better impression of himself, at least today.

He gives the troublesome tent a once over, then looks around, as if he might find questions and answers she hasn't supplied yet. Spotting their watcher nearby, he gives a brief nod before turning his attention back to the task. "My name is Salvatore, by the way."

[fleurdesel]

"I believe I am either missing a length of cord or a rod for the tent. When I find those assembling it should be simple enough." She pinches the bridge of her nose with a sigh and looks over to him, then past him at...a curious elf.

Was there a glint of something? No, Dalish do not wear armor as such. Her eyes flick back to Salvatore. "People here have taken to calling me Lady LeBlanc."

It fit as well as anything. "Enchanter Adelaide will also suffice- or simply Adelaide. Circle titles do not mean much any longer."

[salvatore_underfoot]

His face goes sour at mention of the circle. "Adelaide then."

He straightens from poking at the tent to have another look around. "I brought supplies around not long ago. Is it possible they weren't properly unpacked?" Where had those crates gone?

[eolasemah]

At the looks from both, Sina very nearly recoiled back into the tent and out of sight-- however, she recognized that despite the suspicious Circle language they used, she couldn't avoid humans forever. She hesitated, then cautiously nodded back, her expression too nervous to be friendly.

[fleurdesel]

"That could be it. Things have been more than a little disorganized as of late." Happy just to have a tent, if it weren't for the weather she wouldn't have paid for the use of a second. Overpaid but- that went without saying.

[salvatore_underfoot]

"I see some boxes over there. Let's see what we can find." He makes his way over and begins digging through the first of a few crates. They are mostly empty. "You're Orlesian? There seem to be a lot of you turned up here."