"That is not the Maker, but I thank you all the same." She ties off the stitch, folds the cloth over again. "Here, the seam should not show too terribly. Vida d’Orsay,"
He doesn’t sound Orlesian, and she wouldn’t expect a poor man to know her reputation, anyway. In some ways, that's a relief. An opportunity to avoid some of the cities' stifling pomp.
"I was sent by Duchess Trellier, after the troubles at Halamshiral." Vida presses a hand lightly to his shoulder, as she offers back the robe. "Should your fellow travelers have need, I am easily found."
As assumption, but few make the journey to Skyhold alone.
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"That is not the Maker, but I thank you all the same." She ties off the stitch, folds the cloth over again. "Here, the seam should not show too terribly. Vida d’Orsay,"
He doesn’t sound Orlesian, and she wouldn’t expect a poor man to know her reputation, anyway. In some ways, that's a relief. An opportunity to avoid some of the cities' stifling pomp.
"I was sent by Duchess Trellier, after the troubles at Halamshiral." Vida presses a hand lightly to his shoulder, as she offers back the robe. "Should your fellow travelers have need, I am easily found."
As assumption, but few make the journey to Skyhold alone.