I just know in my heart I wasn't crazy

[thedevilson]

WHO: Dante and open to anyone who crosses his path
WHAT: In your personal space messing up your stuff? Basically a restless Dante.
WHEN: Toward the end of Harvestmere
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Dante is his own cautionary tale, possibly foul language, snark. He'll be poking around several places, the Herald's Rest, the battlements, the library.

Hurry up and wait.

Dante wasn't very big on biding his time, that required strategy and patience, both of which he only had a limited supply of. He could have gone his own way, but that would mean abandoning the people he'd so relentlessly helped protect (that didn't sit well with him on a level he wasn't prepared to admit to) and he had no idea what he was looking for, what questions he should ask, what answers he should be chasing. Well, he would probably start with the thing on his hand first, the thing in the sky second, and where the hell he was and what was going on. Okay so he had questions, but who had the answers?

That's what had him dragooned into coming to this place...all those fucking mountains.

Now that he'd arrived at this Skyhold place he was on tenterhooks with the lack of inaction, because doing was the only way he knew how to be. There was that and, as gigantic as this stronghold was, Dante was used to a wide range of excesses, not in wealth, but in activities. So puttering around Skyhold like a duck treading water on the surface of a pond for the past few days had him fidgeting. It was about time he got out and about, making himself productive and establishing wonted haunts. Mostly because he was bored, but the stares that co-existed with the peculiar look about him, the way he carried himself, and his strange clothing did little to ease his agitation.

So Dante split his time between the Herald's Rest playing drinking games or learning the card games indigenous to this world. When he wasn't doing that he was doing laps around the ramparts, exercise, clearing the forthcoming hangover from his time spent in the tavern. Most of his time was spent in the most unexpected of places, however, the library. Dante wasn't much for reading, and damned if there was much in these books that he understood or could even read, and he wasn't event great at archiving them...not that he could see a rhyme or reason to the books were categorized. For the most part he was looking at pictures and the books just piled up, it beat just sitting around waiting for someone to spit out the answers.

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[thedevilson]

Honestly Dante's probably not much older and his physical age is ambiguous at best, but his sense of formality is simply atrocious. He turns in the seat until he is straddling it, his forearms resting on the back and his chin propped on his forearms. He leans forward so that the chair is balancing on it's back legs.

"Fluff is an understatement..." these books were probably unnecessarily wordy at least for Dante who didn't have that kind of patience. He watched carefully and slightly amused as Sam tried to pronounce his name and with the quill still in hand he reached up and scratched an accent mark over the é...sometimes it helped people put emphasis on the last vowel, "Don-tay."

[el_tybs]

"DON-" But the spelling was with an 'a' not an 'o'- forget it. So long as he knows how to pronounce the name it shouldn't be an issue. "Don-tay. Huh?" It wasn't a name he was familiar with, but it wasn't too complicated to say.

For a little bit Sam simply looks at the words as if it would answer something before he offered his hand out for the quill. "May I?"

[thedevilson]

"It's Italian...which is a country from where I'm from...some letters sound different..." Dante shrugged, he didn't give himself the name he just happened to be saddled with it and he'd grown kind of attached to it...that and he was too lazy to invent a new one for himself.

Relinquishing the quill casually he sat upright in the chair not certain what the other man would do, but watching all the same.

[el_tybs]

"Kind of reminds me of Orleis." How many times had he botched saying an Orlesian name? Too many times, with silent letters or different pronunciation. The thought that there are more similiarities with the Rifter though makes Sam grin.

Thanking Dante for the quill, Sam adjusts the book in his arm so that he can write better. Writing like this makes the letters a bit more sloppy, but no less visible as his handwriting tends to be a bit more heavy handed, clear and lacking much flair.

Once done he hands the parchment back to Dante. My name is Samouel.

He gives Dante a moment to read it before giving a smile. "Sam would do though."

[thedevilson]

"I've never been to Italy personally, my parents just liked the name I guess...I never really thought about it too much," but now was apparently a good time to think about names an language in genral, especially since he knew that was going to be his biggest barrier while he was here. As long as everyone spoke in a tongue he could recognize then he shouldn't be too royally fucked, but damned if he had to read something he couldn't understand. Signs to the lavatory...or whatever they called it here...for instance would be trouble.

Dante wasn't much of a penman himself, his writing was bolder and sharper, legible and interesting, but it didn't win him any awards. So once Sam handed the parchment he read it like it was perfectly fine print to him, "what...is it pronounced Samuel?" he was thinking Samuel L. Jackson now, but the name still looked more complicated than that, "Sam works for me."

[el_tybs]

Actually the way Dante pronounced it was pretty good. "For the most part that's about right. Not as much of a stress on the 'u' though." Though now that he had heard it that way he rather liked it. Maybe he would consider trying it out the next time. "Yeah, Sam is fine."

Sam gives the pile of books another glance. "Well now that we have that established, it's probably just how wordy and flourished the books are. Though..." Sam taps at one book and raises a brow, "I don't think 'The Uses of Elfroot' is something you're interested about."