Threads | PSLs | Extras

[mustachioedmagister]

Insert your angst here

Comments

Krem | smoothkreminal

[mustachioedmagister]

[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.]