#thatwhichdestroys

Why.. Why did it feel like she was being watched? ‘The sooner I leave the better’ she thought to herself as she kept walking.

“Now, how can I help you? Make it either profitable or very interesting, and I can almost assure you I will be willing to take up your cause.”

out of coins ;; Nico is quite the trader himself! He’s damn good at using the barter system to get what he wants. He doesn’t trade compliments or insults or punches -- he’s much too reserved for any of that, and he considers praise a very special thing that is not to be given out lightly or frequently -- but he’s good at exchanging goods and favors. And he’s especially good at making people wind up in his debt, tbh. After just a short while with the Inquisition, most people owed him something or other.

‘I haven’t seen you here before,’ Flint says. ‘Are you new in town?’

“Thou has never had a bruise before.” Beyond petty politeness, past the prettiness of powdered pleasantries. He cocks a brow at her.

It was certainly an odd yet interesting situation. One that left Hawke wondering to himself if he should walk around opened shirted more often or not.The ties to his linen shirt had been pulled undone and left a generous portion of his chest exposed. Hawke’s intentions had been to simply cool down. An eyebrow arched in surprise as Envy stooped in, lips brushing over a pale scar upon his sternum. The warmth from her kiss lingered even after her lips had lost contact.Hawke didn’t understand her intentions and certainly wouldn’t complain, but he couldn’t resist joking. “A tad bit late to kiss my wound better, but I appreciate the sentiment none the less.” He smirked.

                     One of the things Hawke had grown oddly fond of about Kirkwall was the people. With a band of misfits often in his wake, he had learnt there were some interesting characters out there and naturally developed the habit of watching the crowds when he was alone. Lowtown was certainly a fruitful place to amuse himself with such a thing. Unlike the wealthy folk of Hightown, people here didn't adorn masks. They were themselves. Hawke sauntered along, completely ignored by those who had to constantly work to maintain their lives unlike himself. That was a good thing about this place – it reminded him to keep his head out of the clouds. He'd long adapted to the usual behaviour of Lowtown's inhabitants and so it could often be just as simple to spot someone who didn't belong as it would be amongst the nobles behnd the high walls overhead. People here kept their heads down and all seemed familiar with the run-down labyrinth of streets. So the woman across the way didn't go amiss. Hawke pondered for barely a few seconds before making up his mind to approach her. Curiosity was a temptress. “M'am.” He tipped his hat to her before he had fully stopped in her presence. A thin smile flashed across his lips. “Forgive me, but... You're not from around here, are you?”

“Greetings,” he called over his shoulder. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”