[Ket spends a lot of her free time in Kirkwall proper, but it's raining hard enough to make the prospect of a ferry ride unappealing. So she's draped sideways over a chair in the lounge, knees hooked over one of its arms as she idly manipulates some interlocking pieces of metal. Without looking up:]
Communal Lounge, (Former) Templar Tower - prose or brackets fine, I'll follow you
Do you play dice?