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Post by Eleri Daviau on Nov 30, 2014 21:22:34 GMT -5
Eleri noted the landmarks as she walked quickly to the apartment. “Eleri.” The elf supplied. “It’s….not Orlesian. Because my dad was…..from here.” Eleri supplied, just in case this Quinn character thought that she wasn’t Orlesian enough. The accent and struggle with common would make that obvious to anyone, however. She didn’t really take in the city all that much, mostly just keeping to Quinn and walking up the stairs to her apartment.
It was small, but meticulously ordered. The woman proffered a key and Eleri took it, still not fulling trusting the Antivan woman. But she needed to learn common, and this would be the easiest way to do it until she could find her extended family, that was. Elias was around in Amarinthe, she was sure of it. Unless he was in Denerim? Regardless, someone here was probably her cousin, and if not that, they’d know where to look.
“Why?” Eleri asked, suspicious of this pantry. She looked out over the alienage. She wondered about this Quinn character; why did she care so much about elves when she wasn’t one? Maybe she felt like one considering she was about as tall as Eleri herself. The elf decided she’d have to figure it all out someday soon. For now, though, she took off her boots, since she was invited to make herself comfortable.
It was probably going to be a long stay in this city.
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Post by Quinn Vilaro on Dec 13, 2014 0:10:43 GMT -5
Quinn nodded when the elf finally gave her name, and she felt the natural instinct to prod a little bit. "So your father was from Ferelden? What made him move to Orlais, of all places? It's hardly a move up for an elf." The elf was just as full of questions, it appeared. Quinn arched an eyebrow at first, then quickly chuckled. “If you can tell the booze from the poison, then you’re certainly welcome to try. I’d suggest leaving it alone for now though, until you can read the difference between ‘deathroot’ and ‘mead’.” She picked up an apple from the top of the pyramid and chucked it to Eleri, who had indeed made herself comfortable and was now without shoes. “Help yourself to anything else, including the weapon rack, if that’s the sort of work you want to do.” Quinn had her hands on the windowsill, sticking her head out to inspect the late afternoon sky. She turned her head back to give one last beaming smile. “If you don’t need anything else, I’m going to go clean the sewage out of my hair now.” Without giving the elf a pause to reply, the assassin jumped through the window, landing safely on the roof a few feet below. The landlord probably won’t be very happy about her using his ceiling as a crashing pad, but such was life. There was a small smirk on her face as she walked towards the local bath-house. Overall, it wasn’t a complete loss of a day, seeing that she had netted an Orlesian elf out of the messy affair. ((Unless Eleri shouts after Quinn, I think she’ll be getting out for now. We’ll definitely need more threads about them in the future though XD))
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