#rynnxtalon

@quiisquiliae

She had her doubts about this one, especially as she sized up the tavern she'd just come to a stop at. It wasn’t exactly the sort of place diplomatic leaders went, though Rynn had never intended to be a diplomat - she’d have been content to spend her days as a noble runaway turned blade for hire. But here she was, quirking her eyebrow at Leliana to see if this was really where they were supposed to be. 

When she’d earlier asked the Spymaster about why they needed another assassin considering that she, herself was one, Leliana had pointed out that you couldn’t exactly have the Inquisitor herself killing lords in their beds if the need arose. And new allies always helped. Begrudgingly, Rynn had accepted the answer and they’d made their way here. There was no reason to linger outside any longer, it was time to meet the new recruit. 

The moment the door opened, the Inquisitor ducked, grabbing Leliana by the arm to do the same - half a second later a crash was heard behind them as a bottle shattered against the wall and feel to the ground. Slowly raising to stand again, Rynn’s brow furrowed. Immediately emerald eyes fell upon the source - a bar fight. And one of the participants looked a lot like the man that had been described to her.

“Leliana is that -”

“I’m afraid it is Inquisitor. Perhaps we should -” Her sentence was cut off, Rynn was already stalking across the bar, the human embodiment of exasperation. The spymaster briefly considered following her, but decided that watching might be a bit more fun. 

The redhead walked across the bar in purposeful stride, drawing a few looks considering that she was the only person moving closer to the fight. Soon she was standing beside the two men. After a huff, Rynn intervened.

One hand grabbed the potential recruit by the collar, literally yanking him out of the tussle as the other was held up into the air, letting his adversary know to just stay out of it. She stalked a few feet away, brunette assassin in tow before turning to face him and setting that burning green gaze upon him.

“Why don’t you do something useful with that need to fight? I’ll pay you for it.” It was a simple statement, direct, meant to get her point across quickly and cut through whatever adrenaline my have been coursing through his veins.