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[kremdelacreme]

WHO: Krem and the various Ashara nerds
WHAT: Stopping them all from slapfighting using *ahem* herbal remedies.
WHEN: Harvestmere 23
WHERE: The Herald's Rest, second floor
NOTES: Drugs? Smoking of Thedosian shisha, at least.

A notice had been posted, beneath Beleth's: a small stock of herb had been offered, and a location set for the little clan to gather. There was only hope that nothing would be set on fire or thrown over a banister.

Krem had taken it upon himself to pester the ladies in the kitchens, begging various baked goods off of them with the promise of reimbursing them, setting up a new supplier for their basic needs such as flour, sugar, starches and wheat. He'd been presented with a list on top of the basket he'd been handed, and now he was reclining at a table with it under his chair, a long, carved horn pipe on the table in front of him. He was picking some dirt out of his nails with the end of his knife, listening for the sound of bickering elves coming up the stairs.

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[slipshot]

Gavin's eyebrows raised and he leaned forward. "Tevinter? Really?" But it wasn't said with scorn. Rather, it was a sudden and intense curiosity.

"I've never been. For - well, obvious reasons, probably, but I've heard parts of it are breathtaking."

[serannas]

It's definitely surprisingly, but Ellana leans forward over the table, just as curious as Gavin.

"Were you friends with the elves there?" She would think highly of him if he was. An elf in Tevinter could use all the friends they could get.

[dalishious]

Merrick has been hogging the pipe, and is showing no inkling of remorse for doing so--nor does he share the fascination with Krem that his clanmates seem to have. Frankly, he isn't interested at all, and it's weird to him that even Beleth seems enraptured by this human.

He does squint a bit at Ellana's question, though. "You want to know if he was friends with a bunch of slaves?"

He won't admit that he's actually interested in learning more about Tevinter, and everything else he'd been sheltered from in the woods.

[kremdelacreme]

Krem paused with a piece of cookie halfway into his mouth, shrugging some at Gavin. "Depends on how far north you go. 's beautiful just outside of Minrathous, but terrible when it comes to the traffic. Major trade routes in and out both land and sea, makes it hard to navigate if you don't know your way around the place. Architecture's pretty though.

"There are just so many people, lots of slaves both human and elven. The ones that lived near Father's shop, they would come to trade spare food occasionally for extra pairs of socks or a new tunic. Nothing too nice if they could avoid it, though. Hated when they'd come back bruised and ordered to give the clothes back. One of the elves, pretty girl named Lyla, she asked me if she could hide under my bed once. 'Course I agreed, she was sweet, pretty sure she liked me. We were as close to friends as you could be with someone owned by a magister's household. Didn't want her getting knocked around anymore, so she hid in my room for a couple of days. When she was found out by Father...well. He wasn't happy. But he didn't do anything, just escorted her home. Mother was furious. I ended up with a split lip and Lyla...never saw her again after that."

Krem stopped and rubbed a hand across his jaw, frowning faintly. Telling stories about home was always bittersweet.

"So maybe it wasn't close enough to be called 'friends' with any of them, but I never met one that I didn't like, or at least couldn't talk civil with."