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[It wasn't often that Dorian wandered down to the Herald's Rest. Their selection was nothing short of embarrassing and the regular patrons just a little too... common for him. The only reason he was there was pure curiosity.]

[The people on the whole didn't particularly interest him, but a certain Qunari did.]

[Which was why it was so disappointing that the man wasn't at his post. It didn't take much deduction to figure out that he must have gone off with the Inquisitor (he did faintly recall the Herald saying something about it, but he was far too absorbed in a book to really pay attention).]

[He stuck out like a sore thumb down there, amidst soldiers dressed in threadbare tunics and worn chain-mail. His own attire, while a bit worse for wear, was far more expensive than any of the men and women gathered there could have dreamed of purchasing. Good men and women, he was sure, but of a class he had little experience mingling with.]

[Maker, he'd made a mistake coming here.]

[He turned on his heel, angling toward the door and eager to be out in the fresh air. However, curiosity and a flash of brown that stilled his movements.]

[His interactions with Cremisius Aclassi had been very limited. The fact that he made a habit of hanging about in the Rest and he in the keep proper was evidence enough of that. The fact that they were fellow countrymen only served to increase Dorian's desire to stay far away. He was an Altus, Krem a Soporati. Even if he wasn't as classist as he liked to come off, there was still a distance between them.]

[But now Dorian was here, Krem there, and for once he had something to talk about.]

Well met, my good man. Tell me, I don't suppose you know where your boss has gotten off to?

[Even if he had a general idea of the answer, it was still a good enough conversation starter as any.]

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[Krem was seated in his usual spot when he saw the mage step into the Herald's Rest. His spot was in the corner, seated on the actual backing of the chair, it made it so much easier to see everything. It was strategic, he thought. In the corner, he would never get surprised, and he could perhaps get a better glimpse of the local bard, and well. Her songs. A pipe dream really, but even if his men teased him, he was content to sit and watch.

What did catch him a little off guard though, was when Dorian's eyes scanned the room and didn't see who he was looking for, he settled for Krem instead and he hadn't really been prepared for a conversation with the Altus.

Not that he minded? He felt rather withdrawn from country in a place like this, especially after fleeing the border, so there wasn't much dislike there, just...space. Space that he felt so well when the other man opened his mouth. It was very obvious that he was previously of Minrathous.]

The chief? He left a while back, saying something about shield bashing and nature walks, I think. Not so sure about that last bit. Might have been the inquisitors influence.

[He crosses his arms over his knees, tilting his head toward the other man.] Anything I can help you with? I could relay a message if you need.

Leave it to the Lord Inquisitor to drag our best out on an excursion. [His eyes rolled, but there was a grin plastered across his lips. He may have had a number of colorful things to say about everything from the dirt on the ground to the Andraste's own tits, but deep down he was gracious. He'd stayed for the Inquisitor and what their organization stood for.]

Never mind a message. It... probably wouldn't translate well. [He didn't exactly want to relay his more illicit desires through a messenger. He was shameless, certainly, but even this...]

[But what else was he meant to do? Now he was here, and engaged in a conversation. Anyone else and it would have felt rude to just walk off. Walking away from Krem felt worse. Like he was only reaffirming the sort of role that most of the Inquisition had put him. The "magister" could never be seen with the common folk]

[Well... to hell with all that.]

So... [What a great start.] Krem, is it?

I'm sure they're picking valuable...herbs. [They'll come back over encumbered by elfroot no doubt, but he figures that is at least helpful. And definitely sounds like something his worship would do.] Or he'll come back with flowers.

[He sits up a little more, giving Dorian a look, at the very least a subtle one. He didn't seem the type to enjoy romance in that sense but he wondered what would happen if the Bull did return with flowers. Not that Bull would. He wasn't really the type either.] That's okay though, I'm sure he'll be back soon. Heard there was a table meeting in the late afternoon so, before this evening the latest.

[He lifted the bottle he'd left on the seat of his chair up to his lips and took a drink, distracted for a moment by the wandering hand of some drunk straying too close to the Bard, but his attention pulls back when the man is reigned in by his mates. Good on them or else their friend would probably get a beating.] Cremisius, but Krem is fine. Chief likes it when his nicknames stick anyways. Though, which do you prefer? Lord Pavus? Dorian?

[He'd over heard a conversation with a certain dwarf earlier...] Sparkler?

[A look of... not quite disgust or contempt, but a lighter mixture of the two-- crossed his face. He could think of a number of things Bull could bring back, but none of them had anything to do with grand gestures of affection. Neither of them needed that sort of complication at the moment. This was simply an act of nostalgia. They both had something similar back home, after all.]

[Dorian nodded to himself as Krem continued to speak, hoping the motion might knock some of the thoughts from his head. In any case, he wasn't exactly listening to what the man was saying. He felt a bit bad about it too, seeing as how he was making a point of trying to be approachable.]

[Something still managed to catch in his ear, however.]

Lord Pavus is my father and I'd ask you to keep that particular title far away from me. [He shuddered at the thought. Hopefully the great magister was content off in Minrathous.]

Dorian will do just fine, thank you.

[He made a note to have words with the dwarf later. Tossing around his pet names during work... that was fine. But if Krem knew, at least half of the tavern had to know the name. He certainly didn't want to wander around Skyhold with that following him around.]

Tell me... How does an upstanding man such as yourself get involved with a Qunari like that? Surely you are aware that Tevinter has been warring with people like him for centuries, yes?

[Krem doesn't laugh. He might smile a little behind a sip of his bottle, but he doesn't laugh. He can understand that. How the family you have might not reflect who you are, that what they want or want for you isn't what you'd want for yourself.] Dorian it is. I'll do well to remember it. And perhaps keep that last one to myself.

[Because he knows Dorian probably didn't enjoy that one all that much either.

Still, when asked the next question is asked, he'll shift on his seat, actually sitting up properly for that one.] Yeah, well. No Tevinter I know lost an eye for me before he even know my name. The chief might look and act like a big ass, but he's got a good heart somewhere under all that bulk. Besides, it's kind of nice to have one hanging around. You walk behind him and just get to point and laugh when he gets stuck in doorways without death shortly following.

[The atlus wrinkled his nose, still nauseated by the nickname. If Varric had any sort of neck to speak of, Dorian might have considered wringing it. Putting ridiculous nicknames into the heads of admittedly handsome strangers. Sweet Maker.]

Good man. [He gave the other man a short nod. At least he was decent about the whole thing.]

[His humored expression quickly fades into one of seriousness as the conversation drifts toward Krem and "the chief." He leaned a shoulder against the wall, and his head tilted as he listened eagerly.]

[He would have loved to have quipped that the man simply just didn't know the right people but... he knew better. Dorian could count on one hand the number of people he had met that were willing to making any kind of sacrifice for him. Even his own family seemed to fall outside of that circle.]

He's a good man. [His voice was relatively soft, devoid of the usual teasing sort of tone in it.] I suppose there are few enough of those, nowadays. Better to not let race shrink that number any further.

[Don't most consider wringing Varric's neck at some time during their association with him? Cassandra probably more than you could count on both hands.

Still, when Dorian drops any sort of tease for seriousness, Krem smile turns a little more soft, affectionate almost in a way one might if they were thinking fondly of family.] We might tease each other, but he's the best man i've ever met, and his standing with his people and who he is can't change that.

[He'll consider Dorian, unsure of whether he should continue, but he feels it's worth saying.] I never met him, but I suppose he and Felix might have been one in the same that way. The world can think the worst of them, but despite that, they shone when it mattered.

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