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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[serpentis]

[He chuckles softly.]

Thankfully for all of us. I do think we're rather enjoying our little vacation. Of course, the South is so rustic and charming I might even miss it a bit.

[It certainly beats being motion sick in a space ship. And they wondered why he stayed in port every time they came to one.]

How did you tolerate Kirkwall, by the way? I couldn't quite see the appeal. Could have been the merchants spitting every time they called me Vint, though, there is that.

[forcemageure]

Kirkwall wasn't so bad.

[ He's mildly dismissive, but the real, actual fondness for that uh, shithole, reverberates through his voice, giving him a wistful - and therefore highly unusual - air. There's absolutely no denying Kirkwall is what it is, but it was home, for a while, in a way he hasn't known since. ]

Think of living there as a perpetual one night stand. Sure, you might wake up naked, bruised and wet in a country you've never visited, but you'll be satisfied all the same.

[ He suspects Dorian might consider that a fair trade-off. ]

[serpentis]

Have you been spying on my little jaunt through the Free Marches?

[Dorian peers over at him, managing to look halfway scandalized.

Easier to say that than to admit how hard the road South was, not only on his body but also his soul. Dorian slept where he could, traded that mementos he had of Tevinter in exchange for safety from the streets for a night. The road was winding, traveling with caravans where they would take him, as there was safety in numbers.

All the while, trying to survive, he was suddenly lacking the father his heart desperately clung to, having to learn who Dorian was and how to stand on his own two feet.]

[forcemageure]

Wish I could say yes, I suspect I'd have enjoyed the view. Unfortunately we've had this pesky little conflict going for the last three years. You might've heard of it, if you had time for idle gossip on that jaunt of yours.

[ It's the uh, Mage-Templar war. In case that needed clarification. ]

Honestly, a man hardly has time for his third nap of the morning anymore.