[Open] Another pirate arrives at Skyhold

[nothief]

WHO: Balthier and OPEN
WHAT: Balthier poking around Skyhold
WHEN: End of Drakonis
WHERE: Around Skyhold, mostly the merchant stalls and the tavern.
NOTES: No warnings, fine with brackets or prose

Tavern
What little coin he did have on hand he needed to keep. In his business, you needed money to make money. But tonight the raucous conversations, laughter and music from the tavern had been a siren song he couldn't resist. Or perhaps he could blame the pretty barmaid who'd practically forced a bottle of wine on him. Oddly enough she'd disappeared after he'd given her the coin for his drink.

As tempting as getting drunk and wallowing a bit over his current situation was, he kept a keen eye open for card games or even the opportunity for a bit of conversation with someone interesting. One never knew when a simple conversation would turn into something more lucrative.

An empty seat catches his eye, wine bottle in hand, he saunters over, offering the stranger a smile, "Is this seat taken?"

Merchant Stalls
Balthier wasn't buying, or selling anything. Not yet. Wandering through the stalls, he was idly perusing the goods, taking stock of the kinds of things available. Although not ideal, the collection of merchant stalls was a decent place to look for business, to keep an ear out for anyone not finding what they're looking for.

Letting himself get a little too distracted by a particularly shiny necklace, which seems to be catching the midday sun just right, he nearly bumps into another passerby. "My apologies. I should be watching where I'm going."

[Wild card, anywhere else around or just outside Skyhold]

Comments

Tavern - some night after Drakonis 25

[universal_charm]

So far, Kirk had found he felt most at home in the tavern of Skyhold. It was warm, full of people with murmured conversation and raucous laughter. It felt like something he would find on Earth. The beer left something to be desired, but beggars couldn't be choosers and he was betting the beer was safer to drink than the water. He wanted to live, after all, and there wasn't a good reason to see how well his immune system worked against foreign pathogens.

He looks up when he hears someone speak to him, used to being somewhat left alone, especially when he came in wearing his uniform. Still, the man was good looking and some company would be nice, so he kicks out the seat in question and flashes him an answering smile in return.

"Now it is."

[nothief]

Balthier gives the man's odd clothing an openly curious once over as he slips into the seat beside him and sets down the wine and glass he'd brought with him.

"Forgive me, but are you one those -what are they calling you?- rifters? What I mean to ask is you're not from Thedas, are you?" And if the man was, he'd feel nice and embarrassed about the whole thing. He'd heard talk that there were people here who were from some other world somehow, but Kirk was the first he'd run into who actually looked it. Honestly, it was fascinating.

[universal_charm]

Kirk had become used to the question, and he knew he stood out like a sore thumb in his uniform. He'd managed to secure a couple other shirts to wear along with his pants, but he tended to use those during his day labors rather than when he wanted to be comfortable at night.

"Hmm, you'd be right - a Rifter, originally from the land of Iowa, but more recently from San Francisco," he nodded to him, because arguing the fact wouldn't win him any more points than just admitting to it outright. He'd gotten the idea that opinions were split on his kind, so might as well see how he felt about it right up front. The fact he was sitting down he thought was a good sign at least.

"Captain Jim Kirk," he introduced himself, holding out his hand to the other man.