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Post by Momo on Oct 5, 2015 17:51:50 GMT
Okay he was scared, scared Qunari tend to get a bit violent. She held her hands up and away from her body a little, to show she wasn't going to reach for any weapons. "I thought you were Ben Hassrath. I mean, I was but they don't take people leaving very well. I don't kill people, I never did unless they were going to kill me!" she sighed, shaking her head. Okay that wasn't completely true, but they didn't need to know about those Templars. Or the Tal-Vashoth...or the Ben Hassrath assassins...or those slavers that one time.
Turning to look at Cal, she nodded and sighed, relaxing back, keeping her hands flat on the table. "I was a Viddithari. A non-Qunari who followed the Qun. My name under the Qun...well I didn't have one, just a job title. All the kids give each other nicknames, mine was Meraad. My mother named me Amara...I think. If he's running away from the Vints, and isn't here to kill me, or take back slaves, I have no problems."
Pouring another cup of tea, she looked between them and tried to smile. "I promise, I won't hurt you. I'm running too."
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Post by Hawke on Oct 5, 2015 23:10:16 GMT
Cato looks between them both, still with the face of a rabbit about to bolt, but he has a hunch that would be terribly rude. Also he could end up knocking over a table and a teapot, and now assured that he probably wasn't going to be assassinated on the spot he settles a little. And looks just the slightest bit suspiciously at Meraa-... Amara's raised, empty hands.
"I thought you were Ben Hassarath. Ben Hassrath? Thats how you say it?" He has a little look of confusion for a moment, distracted by the thought that he had perhaps been pronouncing it wrong all these years. And not once had anyone corrected him! He wants to groan, but feels it thematically inappropriate, so instead offers a sheepish sort of smile and looks between the two of them for a moment before sighing a little.
"I really am called Cato. And I'm not a slaver - I mean, technically not very long ago, I was actually property," The thought sends a shudder through him, but he shakes it off. The easy confidence from before has dissipated, but in its wake he feels a shade or two calmer. He was just rather grateful that Amara didn't want to kill him, and Cal neither. He gives a shrugs and a small timid smile.
"As I said.. scandal, in Tevinter? Far more likely than you might think."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 23:51:19 GMT
Calanthe gave a small nod. "Alright, then everything is settled now." She leaned back in her chair, placing both hands in her lap as she did so. It seemed her momentary distraction was gone and she was once again left with drifting on toward Tevinter...or perhaps not.
"So, Amara? This book-collecting-thing you mentioned earlier. Is that an actual 'thing' that is happening right now?"
What the hell am I doing.
"I mean, if it is, then maybe we could all benefit from this strange encounter."
I don't organize book hunts.
"I was serious about having company on the road, you know," she tells the two at the table. "Perhaps we should stick together?"
They literally just both lied to my face how is this a good idea. I could just go to Orlais on my own if I wanted to so bad.
"It's better to have someone at your back than to be outnumbered by anything greater than one," Cal reasoned.
At least half of her wanted the two to decline her offer. What good could she do while she was on this silly book mission, if it even existed (please let that be a lie too)? Her role as an Underground agent had not dissolved with the Accord! She couldn't be putting that on the backburner!
Well, a voice said in her head. The qunari is defintely a mage. We would be watching over him if he joins us. He is avoiding capture. Are we to turn him away knowing that? Calanthe groaned internally.
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Post by Momo on Oct 6, 2015 4:35:32 GMT
He didn't know how to say...right who would have told him? "I'm not Ben Hassrath anymore. I have the scars to prove it," she sighed and leaned back a bit, biting her lip. "It's a thing. I just didn't look at it too closely. Sort of needed to get out of Orlais..quickly. Templars still might be looking for me," she sighed, blushing just a touch, though more for affect than actually being embarrassed.
Clearing her throat, she shifted her weight and looked between them. "I can't..really say if it's safe. I've pissed off a lot of people. But I..suppose if you're both willing.."
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Post by Hawke on Oct 6, 2015 4:54:31 GMT
Cato looked between them both, a little stunned. They.. wanted to bring him along ? Despite his rather blatant and, in foresight, quite embarrassing lying? He tucks a loose strand of pale white hair behind a pointed ear, and shrugs a little.
"I wasn't lying about being interested in those books. And I'm not a bad travelling companion!" He has to bite back the 'most of the time!' as the road so far had not been particularly kind - his feet were sore and bruised, unused to all the hard walking, his elegant clothes already wearing through in places. He probably looked a mess, and he'd stored half his cuffs and jewellery away for fear of being attacked for them on the road. But having these two with him - a mage and an ex-Ben Hassrath - they seemed both of them quite adept.
Besides, it was a Magister's wrath he was fleeing. He fiddles with a long strand of hair, untucked from the messy bun he currently wears it in, tracing a talon around the ege of his empty tea cup.
"I should probably mention that I may not be the.. safest travelling companion either. But Orlais is a fair way from Tevinter, and I doubt a Magister would go that far over a little stolen property." Or so he.. hoped. He still had a few tidbits from his stay with Magister Marius that needed to be sold off, anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2015 12:15:09 GMT
"Then we better make sure to watch out for each other on the road," Calanthe replied. She had never opposed anyone like a magister before, but if there was a chance she could beat up some Templars? She had to admit, the thought was a little more than appealing. So this thing was really happening then? Cal felt a smidge of defeat, despite being the one to organize the group.
"So it's decided," she smiled. "We can leave for Orlais tomorrow. Don't have to leave early though," Cal said as she rose from her seat. "Like I said, this has been a strange end to my day, and I'm exhausted. We might also have to get supplies before we leave..." Cal turned to Cato and his worn silks. "And you might need some new clothes. Probably something that doesn't scream, I'm from 'out-of-town'." With her staff righted beside her, Calanthe brushed her dark curls over her shoulder. "We can all meet at the front of this place tommorow, yeah?"
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Post by Momo on Oct 6, 2015 23:02:18 GMT
Nodding, Amara sighed and bit her lip, looking between them, planning out where she'd go to buy some stuff first. "We'll need to get you some armor. Leather at the very least. I've got some stuff I need to sell." SHrugging, she spun her cup again and looked around the tea house. Pulling her braid over her shoulder, she twisted it slightly as she thought, humming an old song that she didn't quite remember learning. "Where are you two staying?" she asked, simply because if something happened in the night, she'd know where to go to check come morning. Or run to in the middle of the night. |
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Post by snotlout on Oct 7, 2015 3:42:54 GMT
Eon was somewhere yards behind Natriel. The black-haired Dalish mage didn't really care. It had been a long journey inbetween the Free Marshes and Nevarra and even she tired of fish. She opened the door quietly, keeping her head down. She cast her eyes around for a seat to sit at. How did these Nevarran places work? There was a table with a pretty pink teapot but a sign warned off people without reservations. Not there, despite the dawnstone. Every table with a teapot that wasn't cast iron needed a reservation. That was disappointing. Lavellan spied a recently vacated table in the middle with a beaten up pot. Well. When in Nevarra... Without waiting for her partner, she shambled towards the table.
What happened at The Hanged Man wasn't to be repeated. She was drunk and Eon is a bad influence. Mythal, if Keeper Deshanna had be there... So she kept her head down and her staff firmly against her shoulder. Elger'nan, why did she pick Nevarra? She knew nothing about Nevarra. Were there even Dalish here? How did they feel about Mages? Ghilan'nain, she should've gone to Rivain and visited the seers again. She wouldn't stir up trouble there.
She sidled into the booth and propped her staff against her shoulder. The mainpiece had been dislodged when beating that templars arm plate, and it wobbled dangerously. Natriel reached up and worriedly pushed it back into place. Note to self, repair stave. It wobbled again. And soon, Natriel thought while she nibbled on her lip. Was magical property lost when damaged? Maybe there was a circle around here...
Natriel waited for her bald-faced city elf and investigated the lack-luster teapot. She hasn't had shem tea before. Did they really use dirt?
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 7, 2015 4:43:40 GMT
Eon was too busy investigating and gawping at everything, excitedly murmuring to himself as he passed several merchant stalls. A new place! How exciting! Kirkwall would have been exciting but the buildings there were so dull. Why all one color? And the giant prison was an awful design choice. Sea is supposed to be pretty and flowy, which meant not putting a giant fortress in it. What better way to say 'We all suck here?'. Gross. He bought a book on Nevarran culture, sticking his nose in it as he followed Natriel at a reasonable distance. Hey, he had to blend in! Which meant research! Though. The book probably wasn't helping much. With blending in.
He looked up from his new book when they entered a small... tavern? Shop? What's the proper word for this? Oh. Tearoom. He shook his head slightly to clear it, thoughts tumbling all over the place like books on a wobbly bookcase. He glanced around quickly, noting the place's patrons and relaxing slightly when there was no Sword of Mercy imposing itself in the room. He followed Natriel to a booth, sitting with a sigh of relief. "I think my bruises have bruises." He muttered, book now safely stowed in his bag and staff under his cloak.
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Post by snotlout on Oct 7, 2015 4:54:43 GMT
"Flat ear," Natriel teased. "My feet have callouses. I hardly glass when I walk on it anymore," she said into the teapot. She glances around the teashop from the rim of the pot.
Qunari. He wasn't looking over here. An elf by him and a human. The elf she didn't recognize, no vallaslin. A human. The human made her wary. Shem made her weary always. But they weren't paying attention to the elves so she decided to act like a mercenary, just passing through. Just got off the job. Mercenary company waiting further in the capital.
"You know how these places work, da'mi?" Natriel shook off her thought and turned back to Eon.
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 7, 2015 5:21:12 GMT
"That's cause you're Dalish. All you do is walk." Eon stuck his tongue out at her childishly, holding back giggles at how her voice sounds different when it goes all echo-y like that. "And no, I've no clue. Circle mage, remember? Not like they let you stroll to Nevarra on your day off of moaning about how magic's a curse and blah blah blah." Eon rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. "I guess we drink tea, though I've no clue how we're supposed to go about it."
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Post by snotlout on Oct 7, 2015 5:26:12 GMT
"Snappy, flat ear, but I did a fair bit of riding as well." Where do you get tea leaves? The water? How long do you brew each tea for? Maybe thise qunari... "Eon, go ask those people how to do tea here."
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 7, 2015 21:32:18 GMT
"Why in the Maker's name do I have to do it?" Eon whined, pouting. He turned and looked at the people who Natriel had gestured to, and the curious fire lit in his face again. "By the great seas, that guy's got horns! Is he one of the Qunari? I read about them once. He doesn't look like the illustrations in the book though. What's the correct term for qunari yet not? Ah, whatever. Fine, I'll do it, but only because it's a chance to learn something new." Eon rambled, barely containing his excitement. "If they cart me off to the Circle though, I expect you to avenge me." Eon said dramatically, complete with exaggerated hand gestures.
Eon stood and made his way over to the other group of misfits, making sure his staff and daggers were hidden as to not alarm them. Armed and dangerous elves often alarmed people. "Hello, sorry for interrupting," He greeted them cheerfully, beaming. "But me and my friend have never been to this sort of place. Do you mind explaining what we do here? And how to do it?" He held back a flow of excited questions, figuring it was probably rude to ask the horned man a million a minute when he'd not even said his name. "I am Eon, by the way." He made a short bow, grin still firmly in place.
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Post by snotlout on Oct 7, 2015 21:57:51 GMT
By Slyaise's ass, Eon didn't even know Natriel's name yet and how long had they been travelling together? Ass.
Natriel watched with curious, watchful eyes as Eon interacted. If she had tea, she'd be sipping it.
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Post by Hawke on Oct 8, 2015 2:46:06 GMT
"I've a room just upstairs, though I'm not entirely certain which-" He was about to supplement the conversation by adding that he wasn't quite certain where to even purchase new clothes, when one of the two rowdy elves who had just entered the establishment (he had kept shooting quiet glances to the door, still just the slightest bit on edge) approached the table, offering a general sort of the question. He supposed his table were the only ones who looked distinctly foreign in the quiet of the tea shop, though that was a common theme when one had grey skin and curving horns.
At least Eon - as he had just introduced himself - seemed to have some manners, as his polite little bow would suggest.
"Uh," Cato begins intelligently, still slightly flighty from the emotional turn the conversation had taken. He still had a full plate of dinner and possibly half a pot of tea at least, but he felt not the slightest pang of hunger anymore. Possible something to do with what he had thought a near death experience.
"Well, first you should speak to one of the servers and pay but. If you would like I still have a full plate and a few cups of tea left in my pot - you can have them, if you'd like," He wasn't sure if offering someone your scraps and dregs was entirely polite, but he shrugs a little helplessly, looking to Amara and Cal.
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