The creak of leather and crunch of boot was the only sound accompanying her as she made her way up the road into Skyhold proper. Carrying a knapsack and a walking stick, Marilaine looked every inch like a homeless vagabond or hapless refugee coming to Skyhold from the furthest reaches. However, there was a number of things immediately noticeable about her. First and foremost: She was an elf. An elf with a scarred but untattooed face.Her brown hair was trimmed into a long Asymmetrical bob and her blue eyes were bright and observant.
Secondly: She carried herself with a kind of quiet confidence. When people looked at her, she met their gazes evenly, offering no challenge, but not backing down. Her manner of dress was of someone used to spending long periods out by herself with water resistant leathers and warmly knitted clothes. Her knapsack fit snugly to her back and had visibly attached to it a bedroll and a few other sundry times useful in camping.
For the first few minutes of her arrival, she spent her time looking around slowly-- not quite gawking but clearly assessing. It also seemed she was looking for something or someone in particular. Finally after a sudden huffed sigh, she walked over to the nearest person regardless of who they were and cleared her throat before speaking the second she had their attention.
“Excusez-moi, do you know where the garden is?” The accent was clearly Orlesian and entirely unapologetic.
Wildcard:
Wish for something else? Marilaine will be wandering all around Skyhold as well looking at the grounds and the surrounding camps too, surveying the land and the plants growing there.
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The creak of leather and crunch of boot was the only sound accompanying her as she made her way up the road into Skyhold proper. Carrying a knapsack and a walking stick, Marilaine looked every inch like a homeless vagabond or hapless refugee coming to Skyhold from the furthest reaches. However, there was a number of things immediately noticeable about her. First and foremost: She was an elf. An elf with a scarred but untattooed face.Her brown hair was trimmed into a long Asymmetrical bob and her blue eyes were bright and observant.
Secondly: She carried herself with a kind of quiet confidence. When people looked at her, she met their gazes evenly, offering no challenge, but not backing down. Her manner of dress was of someone used to spending long periods out by herself with water resistant leathers and warmly knitted clothes. Her knapsack fit snugly to her back and had visibly attached to it a bedroll and a few other sundry times useful in camping.
For the first few minutes of her arrival, she spent her time looking around slowly-- not quite gawking but clearly assessing. It also seemed she was looking for something or someone in particular. Finally after a sudden huffed sigh, she walked over to the nearest person regardless of who they were and cleared her throat before speaking the second she had their attention.
“Excusez-moi, do you know where the garden is?” The accent was clearly Orlesian and entirely unapologetic.
Wildcard:
Wish for something else? Marilaine will be wandering all around Skyhold as well looking at the grounds and the surrounding camps too, surveying the land and the plants growing there.