[ Skyhold holds so many people, of so many different manners, that it's often difficult to discern who's a local and who isn't. Even linguistically, Skyhold was a sea of accents. Orlesian, Avvar, Qunari, Rivaini... new rifters would be hard-pressed to discern Tevinter among them.
Lucarius held his tanned hands up, palms out, smiling at the command to stop, and smiled smoothly. ]
Ah, what a helpful servant! But I assure you, I'm intelligent enough to avoid the puddles and mud.
[ He turned the toes of his finely-polished boots, as spotless as the rest of his finely-tailored attire, as if to demonstrate. ]
Skyhold
Lucarius held his tanned hands up, palms out, smiling at the command to stop, and smiled smoothly. ]
Ah, what a helpful servant! But I assure you, I'm intelligent enough to avoid the puddles and mud.
[ He turned the toes of his finely-polished boots, as spotless as the rest of his finely-tailored attire, as if to demonstrate. ]