faderift | Try something new, they said...

WHO: Fenris and you
WHAT: Someone wants to better himself. Or something.
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: Around Skyhold. Isolated corners. The tavern (there's a surprise)
NOTES: Probably a warning from swearing in Tevene. It's Fenris.

He tried looking at it every which way he could, but it made no sense. Well. It made sense to someone, he was sure, but not him. The book that was in front of him was being studiously ignored to make way for something more useful - alcohol.

He was feeling the lack of being able to read. He knew that as many could read as couldn't, but all of his friends round about could - and when he was out in the field, it would be useful to be able to read slaver's ledgers to be able to find out just where they had been - and where they were going next. But how did you even go about that.

Preposterous. He shouldn't even have thought of it. With a sigh he finished his drink and stood up, looking around, and thought about leaving the book behind, but tucking it under his arm. Maybe he would ask Zevran to help him.

Still. He was mellow as he walked through Skyhold at least. Alcohol had a tendency to do that to you.

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She stands up from the barrel, letting the (hopefully) stronger elf lug it along.

"Follow and see."

To the fancy wine stashes in the kitchens, of course. Just come along after the more or less skipping Sera.

Luckily, Fenris was stronger than he looked - all you need do was look at that ridiculously large sword he toted to realise that - so he was easily able to push it along. He still was unsure what he was doing here, but he was now curious.

She leads her merry band of two into a back entryway of Skyhold, down some stairs, through a hall- you get the idea. Amazing what walking with purpose and having a scary looking elf rolling a barrel behind you can do for stopping questions. It's a pretty tucked away little alcove, but she'd stumbled on it in her exploring: The Fancy Wine For Fancy Ass Guests cellar. Also probably Leliana's private stash, but who cares.

She opens the door (lock previously picked) and presents it with a flair.

"Hope you're thirsty, shiny. We've got bottles to empty. And refill."

Well. Now wasn't this the best decision Fenris had made this day? He would never have discovered this little gem of a room if he hadn't decided to help. His eyes lit up as he took in just what was here.

He looked at Sera and gave her a wolfish grin. "I can drink a lot, but how much are you expecting me to drink?" And be able to walk out again, though that was less optional. "You know what you have here?" Because if they could find something else to decant this wine into...

"Wine?"

She's already getting a bottle open, sitting on the floor cross-legged and picking at the cork with a dagger in hand.

"Just get the bottles empty, yeah? Pour it for the rats. They'd like some- or we can go to the kitchens. Get some skins for passing out."

Fenris nodded, then left quickly to go to the kitchens to go and find some more skins. The thought of pouring wine away, no matter how bad it was was abhorrent, so he'd rather save it for desperate times. He ghosted in, picked up a handful before they could see him, and went back to Sera. "If it goes completely missing, they will notice it more," he pointed out.

"That's what the barrel's for."

There is a cackling glee in her voice- one maybe added to by the fact she's been drinking from her opened bottle while he's gone.

"Think these noble tits know half what they say? Or just go 'oooh, pretty bottle, oooh so much gold. Gotta be good'? Stupid. Put the cheap stuff in the fancy bottle, they'll never know."

Someone who obviously wasn't used to drinking as much wine as Fenris was - but then, who was?

"There are a few that know their wine," he pointed out, but did nod his head in agreement. "You can always claim a bottle has gone bad, after all. Just what are you going to do with the decent wine?"

"Don't care about that part. It's for poking at the nobles, yeah? Hand it out in the kitchens, probably. Easier to serve a snob when you're knockered."

Oh no. The bottle was already gone. This will probably not end well, if she keeps up at this pace.

While he didn't mind that in theory, it still seemed a waste that some of that wine could end up being used for cooking. "You could open up a nice little side line," he pointed out quietly. "End up making money... for whatever you wanted." Which is what he would do with it.

"Gold ain't the point of it, is it?"

She sounds almost affronted. Sullying a prank's good name with gold.

"Take it if you like, but I'm not getting messed up in it."

She couldn't understand gold, he couldn't understand pranks. It would seem there was something for everyone in it after all. "Fine. I won't tell you what I do with it." Simple. "What now?"

"Drink."

Maker, shiny. Like it's hard.

"Tell stories if we want. Play cards. Make weird faces. Fun things, yeah?"

That's it? All that effort? Not that he wouldn't appreciate it, but it just seemed like an awful lot of effort for some expensive wine that they would do nothing with.

"Hilarious."

She clearly misses the sarcasm in there as she beams. It was just a brilliant plan, wasn't it?

"I know it."

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