Got no credit and I got no fear

[arsebiscuit]

WHO: Sera Mai Bhalsych of Korse and OPEN
WHAT: Sera comes back to Skyhold
WHEN: Last few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: All over Skyhold
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Herald's Rest

While her room's been mysteriously stolen by a mysterious shiteface, the tavern is still Sera's home in Skyhold. Drinking, playing cards, trying to avoid the weirdly intense gaze of the lady bard, Sera can be found doing them all now that she's finally back. As the night goes on the cheating becomes more flagrant and the stories louder, accompanied by wider and more dramatic arm flailing and occasional reenactments. Eventually, she tells the Tale Of The Time Cassandra Punched a Bear's Heart Out And It Got All Over The Herald's Clothes And I Laughed Then Shot Other Bears With Arrows. During her demonstration of the punch, she throws her hand back a little too hard and fast, hitting someone or knocking a drink over. But dealing with that has to wait until the story's done.

Out and About

Sera hadn't spent much time in the old fortress since she'd had to go off on Very Important Jenny Business (Possibly Involving Fire Ants and Honey), so it's time to get to know the place by the back of her hand again before starting up her services to the local community. Every hidden passage and unlocked (and unoccupied locked) room gets poked and prodded as the week goes on. All expect for one very specific room where she knows Creepy Cole likes to linger in, like some stupid ghost of the attic. Unless there's a juicy conversation to be overheard, she doesn't bother with stealth, just walking in and up to anything and anyone that strikes her. Anyone looking particularly servant-like will be getting chatted up whether the like it or not, along with most everyone else she comes across.

Comments

[arsebiscuit]

Ideas weren't the problem, but sure. Sera's open to hearing different options, see if she couldn't get more in on the game.

"Stole my friggin room, yeah?"

[wontforgetyou]

It takes him a second or two to put two and two together, but when he does, it's a bit like a light goes on over his head, a visible moment of understanding flashing across his face as he looks between the door and her.

"Oh, I see. I was going to ask if you had skunks here, but that'd probably not be a good idea if this is your room. Why not just take it back, though? If it's your room to start with you should be able to."

[arsebiscuit]

"That's not the game. Can't just move back in. He has to leave."

The things that filled the time between missions.

"Never much worked with skunks. Fuzzy, aren't they?"

[wontforgetyou]

He was beginning to find that filling the time between missions was harder than it looked. If she wanted to turn getting her room back into a game - well, who was he to complain about it?

"Aye, and some people think they're cute -- but if you upset them they'll make a tremendous stink that sticks to everything. Now while I'm thinking that'd get him to leave, you'd also likely get the rest of the tavern to leave right along with it. Not quite sure that'd be what you'd want to go for. Well, unless there was someone else you'd want to go as well as him. I'd reckon there's other things around here you could use if you want to drive him away, though."

[arsebiscuit]

"The smell bit's a good one. Like that. But gotta be easier to get out..."

She's not going to shut down the tavern. Everyone would go mad. Not in the fun way, either.

"Eggs." She gives a sage nod. "We got eggs here now, yeah?"

[wontforgetyou]

That's likely for the best. There's only so far you can go to get skunk-smell out of things, and having it linger around would make a lot of folks very unhappy.

Eggs, on the other hand, would be a lot easier to deal with...and those he knows can be gotten quite easily. So much so that he's nodding in agreement almost right away.

"Someone's laid in a bunch of those just recently as a matter of fact." There's the tiniest hint of a grin as he says it, the slight pun completely intentional in this case. "Some cheeses, too. Might be something in there that could work, if you're wanting to go that way with it."

[arsebiscuit]

"Grand. You work on the supply, yeah? I'll let you know when it's time."

Offering ideas was the same as offering to help, right? Anyway, she needed more Friends in this place. No reason to not start recruiting with the skirt man.

[wontforgetyou]

"Work on the- oh, I see. I came up with the idea so I should get the things for it, then."

It's not the first time that that sort of thing has happened to him, so it wasn't all that surprising when it came down to it. And sure, it'd make for a smelly situation, but it was her room, after all, so if she was alright with it, he didn't see the harm.

"Well...if it'll help you get your room back, I'll do it. But- look, you don't even know who I am. How're you going to get in touch with me?"

[arsebiscuit]

"Ask 'round for the git in a skirt, yeah?" She laughs. "But I've got my ways. Still, trade names if you like."

It would make it slightly easier. But, really. She can find people that need finding when they've got something she wants.

[wontforgetyou]

His mouth tugs off to one side at that, although it's not for the laugh, or even the mention of the word 'git', which truthfully doesn't bother him all that much. His outfit, on the other hand, is a different matter, especially when it's called a skirt, something that always gets him just the tiniest bit cranky.

"Look, I'll have you know this is a kilt. Plenty of folk wear these where I come from." The mild irritation doesn't last long though, and after a moment the expression on his face smooths out as he adds, "If any more Scotsmen come through the rift, you'll see. But if you want to use something other than 'the git in a kilt', my name's Jamie."