At some point during the chaos, an Avvar woman had sidled into position near them, leaning on tiptoe and trying to catch her own view of the proceedings. She’s not the tallest, just a respectable 5’7”, but that means she’s unfortunately outstripped by the burly-armed baker positioned in front of her for most of the rubbernecking.
She shifts a little to the left. The ebb-and-flow of the crowd surges him to the left. Frustrated, she skitters to the right. A butcher in a big, worn apron wipes off his hands and drifts to the right, blocking her view. There’s a small cluck of irritation. With her luck, a candlestick maker’s probably going to materialise in her direct field of vision any moment now.
Pivoting on her heel, the woman in the tattered leathers looks for a better spot. Squints at the two people camped out in the window across the street. Then, striding over, she scurries up some nearby scaffolding until she’s perched by Desi’s eye-level. So much of Kirkwall is covered in convenient scaffolding.
“What the fuck’s happening here, anyway,” the Avvar asks, blunt and straightforward and oddly cheerful, craning her head to see the remnants of the fire. Grubby urchins tend to know what’s going on in town, don’t they? And these two’ve both got a better view than she did.
the city
She shifts a little to the left. The ebb-and-flow of the crowd surges him to the left. Frustrated, she skitters to the right. A butcher in a big, worn apron wipes off his hands and drifts to the right, blocking her view. There’s a small cluck of irritation. With her luck, a candlestick maker’s probably going to materialise in her direct field of vision any moment now.
Pivoting on her heel, the woman in the tattered leathers looks for a better spot. Squints at the two people camped out in the window across the street. Then, striding over, she scurries up some nearby scaffolding until she’s perched by Desi’s eye-level. So much of Kirkwall is covered in convenient scaffolding.
“What the fuck’s happening here, anyway,” the Avvar asks, blunt and straightforward and oddly cheerful, craning her head to see the remnants of the fire. Grubby urchins tend to know what’s going on in town, don’t they? And these two’ve both got a better view than she did.