faderift | Definitely not a Dalish...

WHO: Fenris and whomever
WHAT: An elf that is so far from Dalish as it's possible to be arrives in Skyhold
WHEN: Late Harvestmere
WHERE: Around Skyhold, heading to the Herald's Rest
NOTES: Open to all - he's just arrived, feel free to grab him - he'll be heading for the booze as fast as possible

He'd taken a circuitous route to get here, chasing down a particularly nasty slaver troupe that he'd run across previously, but had been too heavily guarded before. This time, only two armed guards had made it easy.

A lot of people were heading back to their homes once more. He didn't care about that, not really. All he cared was that Tevinter wasn't getting it's latest shipment of slaves. But it was something one of the slavers said as he tried to beg for his life that had caught Fenris' attention - that Tevinter Magisters were seen at the Inquistion. It was what had sent him scurrying there as fast as he could. Magisters trying to infiltrate something that had set itself up for good could only go one way, and frankly, it would be easy pickings.

Of course, he knew he would be recognizable to them. Danarius had paraded him about too often for him not to be known, Still, it was a calculated risk. Besides, he'd heard Isabela and Varric were there. People he could trust.

It was vast, he realized as he joined the crowds of refugees pouring into Skyhold. A vast fortress up in the mountains. What better place to launch an invasion of either Orlais or Ferelden from. At least he could see why the Magisters were drawn here.

[ooc I'm heading to bed with a migraine, but I'll get these in the morning.]

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You saw tattoos like that sometimes in Minrathous. Not often. The slaves who wore those sorts of brandings were few and far between, and you tended to want to stay well clear of them. They were true dogs of their masters - that was the common wisdom amongst the rebellion that Kitty had run with. It had always struck her as a cruel way to phrase it. Contemptuous. But, well...It was easier to fear and dislike them than it was to feel pity for them. Because those poor creatures had suffered more than anyone the cruelty of the Magisterium.

Why was one here, though? That was the real question. There were a few from Tevinter here - people that Kitty had steered well clear of, because the odds of being recognized were very low but they weren't zero. But slavery was not permitted here. The Inquisition did not and would not allow its people to keep slaves. And this elf...He held himself like a free man. Right? With that ridiculous sword, that armor that didn't have any markings of affiliation...

Kitty realized she'd stopped in the doorway of the Herald's Rest to study the elf, and was blocking his way into the tavern. Bad form. Very suspicious. She tried to pass it off with a laugh, and with a quick apology.

"Hello. Sorry about that. You're probably here for a drink, right? Come right in."

Fenris was used to drawing attention to himself wherever he was - lyrium brands, and a shock of white hair tended to do that, especially when you were an elf as well. But so far the Inquisition had appeared... normal. No slaves, no oppression, just people upset at what had happened at Haven, and doing their best to recover.

Huh.

But this one? This one was watching him.

"A drink. Yes. I though that perhaps a tavern might have one of those." Or a lot of them with any hope.

Definitely not a Dalish...

Heading into the tavern!

Re: Heading into the tavern!