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Lysandra's only task, despite the gloomy barkeep waiting them at a table, was finding Declan. She was going to need a round and placed a pouch of coin down to get six ales, stabling, and the suite. One could never be too extravagant.
"Here's a tip as well, for your troubles," Lysandra tossed in a few shiny gold coins. She pitied the man, but didn't let it show on her face. "With that being said—"
She turned to her companions to ask them what they'd like, however, an abrupt voice leered their way. Lysandra glanced out into the crowd, past the barkeep and narrowed her eyes at the visible qunari staring straight at their table. The rest of the party ordered, as they'd like and the barkeep walked off. Lysandra was almost dying of laughter that the qunari chose to stay where she was, instead of approaching their table. Was she terrified of their party?
The mere silence that followed rather quickly was ended by the next table. A woman with an unbearable squeal of excitement pointed out the Grey Wardens and turned back to her friend, immediately assuming that the wardens were at the tavern to conscript her and the female elf she was sitting next to. Lysandra stared at her for a moment and a male elf chimed in after her initial greeting. It was irritating, to say the least, and while the mercenary happened to notice George, she turned away from the other party.
"Looks like you all have some company. I'll deal with this qunari," she muttered under her breath and left the table to join the qunari and the man further down the tavern, in her line of view. Claudia brushed off Lysandra's leave and turned to face the next crowd over with a look of irritation, though Cahir and Rahmas may have known better how to deal with a situation like this. Claudia had a bit of a temper, demonstrated by her previous encounter with Lysandra.
"Hello," Claudia responded, her voice curt.
On the other side of the tavern, Lysandra approached the extremely tall woman. The height was not unusual for a female qunari, unfortunately. It was strange to see someone like her out here in a village as small as this one. Perhaps all qunari were attracted to the smell of death and gloom. Regardless, Lysandra wanted to turn things around and know what business she had, if she was so hostile towards the Grey Wardens. The Grey Wardens were in Sarona to help, was this qunari here to do the same? She stopped in front of the woman.
"What business we are here for is none of your concern," she responded in a cool tone. "I'd take a second look around here before you begin hostilities. You are the odd one out and none of the villagers appreciate you speaking for them."
Some of the villagers had begun to file out, while others stared hard at the qunari.
"Perhaps, we should be asking you what your business is here!" A villager resting in the far right corner from Declan and Saar's table exclaimed. "What are ya, grey skin?! Ya here to cause destruction?!"
It seemed that particular man had too much to drink– noted by the ten ale pitchers on his table– and Lysandra quirked an eyebrow the qunari's way, as if asking her a similar question. What was she here for and why did she bother pretending to hide under a cloak? Fool.
"You heard the man," Lysandra smirked. "What is your own business in this village? Seems everyone who's still here is dying to know. The villagers don't like a foreigner wandering around without cause."
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"Here's a tip as well, for your troubles," Lysandra tossed in a few shiny gold coins. She pitied the man, but didn't let it show on her face. "With that being said—"
She turned to her companions to ask them what they'd like, however, an abrupt voice leered their way. Lysandra glanced out into the crowd, past the barkeep and narrowed her eyes at the visible qunari staring straight at their table. The rest of the party ordered, as they'd like and the barkeep walked off. Lysandra was almost dying of laughter that the qunari chose to stay where she was, instead of approaching their table. Was she terrified of their party?
The mere silence that followed rather quickly was ended by the next table. A woman with an unbearable squeal of excitement pointed out the Grey Wardens and turned back to her friend, immediately assuming that the wardens were at the tavern to conscript her and the female elf she was sitting next to. Lysandra stared at her for a moment and a male elf chimed in after her initial greeting. It was irritating, to say the least, and while the mercenary happened to notice George, she turned away from the other party.
"Looks like you all have some company. I'll deal with this qunari," she muttered under her breath and left the table to join the qunari and the man further down the tavern, in her line of view. Claudia brushed off Lysandra's leave and turned to face the next crowd over with a look of irritation, though Cahir and Rahmas may have known better how to deal with a situation like this. Claudia had a bit of a temper, demonstrated by her previous encounter with Lysandra.
"Hello," Claudia responded, her voice curt.
On the other side of the tavern, Lysandra approached the extremely tall woman. The height was not unusual for a female qunari, unfortunately. It was strange to see someone like her out here in a village as small as this one. Perhaps all qunari were attracted to the smell of death and gloom. Regardless, Lysandra wanted to turn things around and know what business she had, if she was so hostile towards the Grey Wardens. The Grey Wardens were in Sarona to help, was this qunari here to do the same? She stopped in front of the woman.
"What business we are here for is none of your concern," she responded in a cool tone. "I'd take a second look around here before you begin hostilities. You are the odd one out and none of the villagers appreciate you speaking for them."
Some of the villagers had begun to file out, while others stared hard at the qunari.
"Perhaps, we should be asking you what your business is here!" A villager resting in the far right corner from Declan and Saar's table exclaimed. "What are ya, grey skin?! Ya here to cause destruction?!"
It seemed that particular man had too much to drink– noted by the ten ale pitchers on his table– and Lysandra quirked an eyebrow the qunari's way, as if asking her a similar question. What was she here for and why did she bother pretending to hide under a cloak? Fool.
"You heard the man," Lysandra smirked. "What is your own business in this village? Seems everyone who's still here is dying to know. The villagers don't like a foreigner wandering around without cause."
@TheDevil'sGame @Verran @The Dapper Mog @everyoneelse