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@theseventhree // s.c.

ALISTAIR HAS LEFT HIS ARMOR behind, in favor of some simple clothing that suits this place far better, and had apparently lost his shield somewhere between home and here, but he cannot get bring himself to get rid of the sword.

it's not his sword, mind, not that heirloom from duncan the warden who was not his father, but it is a sword and even a wooden blade can be useful in the hands of someone with some training.

still, he does not draw attention to it. he's hardly the only one wandering around with weapons, some useful and some not.

it's after a bit of time noticing this that he finally approaches someone else, someone in a similar predicament, it seems. though this guy seems to suit the clothing style that many of the other people here sport ! alistair feels like he's wearing it like a costume, but this guy looks more natural in it.

not a local, alistair has learned quickly that many people here are not local, are forced travellers like himself, but still !

maybe he could learn something. or maybe he was just getting antsy, wandering around by himself. he's not used to it, has never gone travelling alone !

"excuse me, you there! hold on, can i ask you something? see, you've got a sword like mine—tell me, are these supposed to be useful, or is it some kind of annoying joke?"

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@corvisque // s.c.

GETTING HIS BEARINGS in such a strange place is—well, it's a task ! that's for sure ! alistair has been overwhelmed since he arrived. found his lodging, ventured outside, then back in...

but it's time to explore. he has his bearings now ( or at least as many of them as he could find ) and this city will not stay daunting forever. he will treat this like any new challenge, which is to say by approaching it like a warden does, head-on.

all this is to say, perhaps it's a relief when he sees a familiar face. though he and the crow have not always seen eye to eye on everything, alistair would have considered them friends, during their travels ! that counts for something, right? he waves a hand, tries not to be awkward, and approaches.

"zevran! how long has it been? i hadn't expected to run into you in a place like this! er... i hadn't expected to be in a place like this, mind you, but... the point stands, doesn't it?"

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‣ getting a quick starter call up for mister alistair here ! tentatively capping at two ( might increase it later ) but dragon age castmates can like over the cap if you want !

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uneasy lies the head that wears a crown (ref)