Charming Elf

“One Wolf pelt? You should be lavished in many.” He spoke boldly before finding a blank spot on the table and sitting down. “This mountain is always cold, I don’t know how many can stand it. You know, my stall has many furs to offer. Come on, Solas. Indulge me. Designing and sewing is all I’ve got to do here. I’m not as skilled in combat as you nor could I survive on an quest. I barely made it here.”

A small snort and the city elf moved off the place he was laying and hummed. “Furs and leathers will keep you warm, dear mage.” He looked around slowly. “This is your room? Where do you even sleep? On the floor?”

he didn’t want to pry but he was genuinely curious. “Enslaved into hard labor?” He asked before he moved closer to her and placing leather strips onto her shoulders to tailor her armor.

a small chuckle left the city elf before he grabbed his sketchbook; a handcrafted book that he had put together himself. He grabbed the bolt of fabric, cutting a small piece and placing it on the sketch. He sat back against his stall, the quill scratching quickly. “How are you adjusting to Skyhold?” He asked curiously as he work away on the drawing.

He always felt a sense of pride when people awed at the textures he carried. He spent good money on them so he’d expect people to see them. His little stall was small but it held great things. Crossing his arms, Jethann smiled at her; a charming smile indeed. “But practical textures for the Dalish. You won’t find silk and velvet out there in the wild unless you steal it off a Shem.” He mused at his own words, know a few elven. You picked up things while spending intimate times with people. “This is Skyhold, darling. You aren’t in the wild anymore. Ravish in the sights, the opportunities.” He wandered to her, a small smirk cross his lips. “Pick a texture and I’ll draw you something bold-daring. A little bit of those delicious skin showing? It would make your Keeper blush!”

“You are of the Dalish, are you not?” The city elf asked her as he stopped her at his shop. “Truly, I have never met so many Dalish until arriving here.” A small laugh came from him. “You must let me design something for you. Something with Dalish influence.”

“It’s probably a sore subject but--- you must tell me of your trials, beautiful. I’ve never come across a once-enslaved elf before. I was born in an alienage but spent most of my life in a Brothel. You could say it was--- somewhat of an enslavement.” Enslavement to lust and desire but he was forced to sell his body in his youth; so he considered himself a slave. But none of his trails could compare to hers. It almost broke his heart. . “Please tell me your story while I tailor your new armor.”

Hearing about the new cause, Jethann moved to Skyhold; providing clothing free of charge to the refugees and lowering prices until Skyhold is back on it’s feet.  Also lending his skills as a rogue to the Inquisition. Everyone needs a good lockpick.