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Got no credit and I got no fear

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.

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It's the drinks that bring him in, but it's the stories being told that keeps him there. They were amusing and her choice of words were... interesting to put it lightly. The way she told them with a bit of flair, arms everywhere and actually acting them out proved to make the night all the more enjoyable. The bartender was probably enjoying the increase of coin for the amount of drinks going around to boot.

The title of the newest tale has him snorting with amusement into his flagon, listening intently from where he's sitting, which is the table next over. It's for a moment that he looks away to order another drink, seeing as he's almost done with his current one, when he suddenly finds a fist barely missing his face and knocking his drink over the table and himself. Anytime else that might have earned some words, but considering the story and that the woman just keeps on telling it he laughs.

"Well shit. I was hoping to go another day before having to clean this."

The tavern isn't Korrin's home in the way it is Sera's, but she still arrives there most evenings. This one is no exception, and the Vashoth woman is drawn toward the storytelling elf and her dramatic arm flailing. Heading back from getting a refill at the bar, she makes the mistake of stepping in the worst spot possible while weaving around the crowd and...oops, now she's wearing that drink.

"Vashedan." Cursing her own mistake rather than blaming it on Sera, she snags the nearest cleaning rag to wipe herself off. But she doesn't stray too far, wanting to hear the end of this tale first. One must have priorities.

Of all the things Katniss expected to find when she found out someone had broken into her hut, at the very edge of the coutyard near the stables., none of those things were a blonde, elven woman who was currently going three rounds with Buttercup the cat.

If Katniss didn't know better she'd say that Buttercup had the upperhand again. She wasn't that surprised, except the woman had lasted three rounds.

At her knee, the wolf pup started growling and Katniss? Well Katniss did what any self-respecting scouting ranger would do. She pulled a knife out of her boot and growled herself at the intruder. "What the hell are you doing in my hut?"

"Nah, got some drink to take with you now, yeah?"

Sera may be a little too into the cups, but, really, she'd laugh at her own statement when sober, too. Not a familiar face, this one, but neither were most of the lot. All new bunches brought in by the shiny Herald's shitty death.

Sera finally falls back into her chair, tilting her head so she can see new friend.

"When'd you get here?"

"Then she yelled 'Andraste's tits!' an' I won all ten sovereigns. Ones our mighty Altus still got to pay up."

Sera broke into laughter as she finished her own story, leaning against the very warm, firm form that she...aw, shit. That she'd hit just a second before, hadn't see? And here with the arrows all stuck in a door upstairs.

She tilted her neck enough to peer at the form, spotting breasts (promising), shoulders (normal), and...horns. Hey now.

"Bull wasn't shitting, eh?"

"Winning, ain't I?"

No. She wasn't winning. But Sera had a soft spot for animals of the domestic nature (and feral ones in the city at that), so she was playing the game. The game of 'ow, you shitty tit! That's my archery hand!' But still a game. Currently she was crouched on the bed, paying no mind at all to the doggie and knife girl. She was too busy mimicking the hissing noises of the cat.

"Yeah, yeah, see? Not so hard. You don't scare me, pussy-bits."

Well that clearly deserved a snort.

"Yeah, he's just toying with you. I wouldn't turn my back on him, he'll take your face off."

She still had her knife out, and the wolf pup was still growling, but curiosity was going to get the better of her.

"Can I ask, again, what the hell you're doing in my living space, toying with my demon cat?"

"Too bitty for a real demon."

If she'd brought the jerky she'd found stashed in that guard's desk, she'd be set. Teach her not to embrace the moment.

"Saw the door open, seemed a cozy enough place to stick my head in. Now...eh, shoo, you, yeah? People types are talking."

"No, he's just evil enough for one."

Buttercup growled and crawled further up into the tree, that seemed to be holding up the roof of the place, out of reach of Sera. The wolf pup finally gave into curiosity himself to go up and sniff Sera.

"The door wasn't open." Katniss answered dryly.

"Was after I opened it."

She watches the kitty for a moment. One day. Took some folks time to warm up was all. She'd just bring the jerky. But for now there's a cute looking pup that allowed to sniff away at her booted foot (both hands needed for archery, he could sniff those when shown less hissy). But her tone was friendly enough as if, obviously, people were going to pick locks and show up in huts.

"Nice digs."

"About what?" See, how can Korrin possibly remain annoyed with a little spill when there's such an engaging story to compensate for it? Chuckling at the end, she glances down and grins at Sera. Even mention of the Iron Bull (largely avoided by Vashoth in Skyhold since news of his spy status came out) isn't enough to bring down her mood, which is better after that soiree than it's been for a while.

"Lovely story, that. It was worth standing in the wrong spot at the wrong time to hear about some bear-punching." Not only that, but to hear about the Herald. As one of those who had been around since the formation of the Breach, Korrin hadn't known the Herald very well, but like everyone else at Haven, the woman was a symbol of hope. Her loss still aches, but moments like these make those memories easier to bear.

"The women. You're all..."

It takes a moment of struggling, but she wiggles her way out and back to a chair. Where she is now really, really look up at the other woman.

"Rawr. It's good, promise."

"I normally like drinking what alcohol I have, not so much wearing it for later. 'Sides, don't think I'm that flexible."

He manages to find a towel and wipe up most of it, but he's still going to have to wash it some so that he didn't smell of ale.

"Bout a few hours ago," he replies at first before leaning on on his chair and raising his brows in amusement. "If you mean Skyhold, 'bout a couple months ago, or about."

He had business with Fate- actual business, discussions about materials and smuggling and other sordid details; normally the hall is quiet and calm and mostly empty. More often than not Fate's meetings take place in the tavern itself rather than his room but Zevran is something of a privileged individual in this way. He expects the usual when he rounds the corner to check the lock-

not a blonde elf with a bow held at full draw, thudding arrow after arrow into the thick wood.

"...Is there something particularly offensive this door has done?"

"What for? The second bit. I know why we come out drinking with this stupid going on."

Cory-butt burning the world, wardens being weird, balls? What's there not to drink about?

"Arse-faced ink-stain took my room, yeah?"

She only glanced over to make sure the voice- another ink-stained elfy type at that, grand- wasn't pulling a knife or the like before notching another arrow in her bow and letting it fly. Her middle finger carved in arrows was nearly complete.

"Carved my tits in there and everything!"

Isabela watched the new elf, laughing at her stories. Oh, she was going to be a fun one. She seemed to love all of Isabela's favorite tavern activities--although, really, the lady bard was a treat to look on.

"So, Kitten, what's this about someone stealing your room?" she asked later.

Now, Twisted Fate didn't need Sera's room. He likes Herald's Rest, and the location just happened to be very nice. So, fair's fair for thieves alike, and he took it for himself.

She hasn't been around for quite sometime, and he certainly didn't think much of taking her room at the time.

Then the arrows appeared over the course of time. For a moment, his heart had jumped, but not for the reasons that most people would think. When he realized who they belonged to, Fate chuckled to himself.

Well then.

Eventually, Sera will find a target set up for her on the door.

All Kain normally does is go brood quietly in a corner with his drink. He's planning to do exactly that, business as usual, keeping from being very noticed whatsoever.

Unfortunately for him, he's joined on that day by a certain large, blue parrot, which swoops in and follows him despite his attempts to keep it away. He walks in and orders a drink, still believing he'll be able to keep to himself... at least, until he notices the parrot. "No! You... can't you leave me alone for a little while?" He's got no choice but try and catch the bird and get him out of here, so that's what he starts doing.

Flying away to evade Kain, the parrot lands to perch on a chair near where Sera is playing cards. Then the bird responds in the only way he knows how: loud obscenities, of course. "ANDRASTE'S FLAMING HOT ASS!!!"

Kain comes over with a sigh. "My apologies..." Worst way to interrupt someone's card game.

That gets a snort of amusement from Korrin, who signals for another refill to replace the one she just spilled. Plopping down, she wipes off the excess from her shirt and leans back. "I guess that marks a rare moment of us agreeing on something, then."

No false modesty here. Horned ladies are pretty awesome, why deny it? "Glad to hear it. I'll take that over being the 'ox' for a bunch of Orlesian snobs who keep trying to touch my horns like I'm some beast on display. The Inquisition better have gotten what they needed from that inbred bunch, because I'm not putting up with them again any time soon."

"You mean, when you lockpicked it open."

Katniss stated dryly, looking around at everything to make sure that everything is in place. All right, she didn't appear to be robbed blind, so that was something. The knife went away, which seemed to do a lot for calming both of them down.

The wolf pup, ran around and yipped at the young woman, before butting his head against her boot.

"Thanks. My adopted sister found it for me, when I first came here." One eyebrow arched, "I fixed it up out of my own coin."

Hello pretty lady coming to the card table. It's mostly dead now, Sera more working on getting sober enough to drag herself back to the hold than anything. But her hands can still shuffle a deck without trouble as she rolls her eyes.

"Shit, innit? Go off to help save the world for a few months and some piss they take all your underthings. And the box they're in, too."

It only takes a few hours before the sign of a beautiful hand giving the middle finger is stuck in arrows on the target, the bullseye serving as the knuckle where the finger met palm.

Sera is too busy shaking in laughter to hear the apology. The card game is totally forgotten (she'd been losing anyway, stupid cheaters). She stands up from the table to go investigate the bird up close.

"Cursing bird. Ha! Finally someone saying what needs it, yeah? What's it called? Fuck Beak?"

The next time Twisted Fate sees the target, he's a little impressed.

The target is exchanged for the drawing of a butt.

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