[ To reach the Gallows (where Flint probably is) requires a skiff, and to reach the skiff requires waiting on the pier that stretches out across the water toward the rocky island that the Gallows rests upon, and to wait upon that pier—today, anyway—requires waiting alongside Xiomara Novoa, who even beneath several colorfully patterned layers, a scarf, and thick knitted gloves is so cold that she's hopping from one foot to the other and swinging her arms to keep her blood from, probably, turning into ice.
This procedure slows down but does not stop when a barely-clothed man approaches. It stops when he's fully arrived, though, so she can consider him more carefully. Also, she sniffles.
'More used to the cold than a northern Rivaini' is not difficult for anyone to achieve, but this is something else. ]
Alright. What's the secret?
[ Between the hair that envelops her ears and the scarf wrapped up to just below her eyes, there's not much to betray her as an elf. To someone well-traveled, her accent would put her somewhere near Seere or Kont-Arr, where the Qunari presence bleeds into everyone's vowels, believer or not. To someone fresh out of Tevinter—who knows. ]
wildcard.
This procedure slows down but does not stop when a barely-clothed man approaches. It stops when he's fully arrived, though, so she can consider him more carefully. Also, she sniffles.
'More used to the cold than a northern Rivaini' is not difficult for anyone to achieve, but this is something else. ]
Alright. What's the secret?
[ Between the hair that envelops her ears and the scarf wrapped up to just below her eyes, there's not much to betray her as an elf. To someone well-traveled, her accent would put her somewhere near Seere or Kont-Arr, where the Qunari presence bleeds into everyone's vowels, believer or not. To someone fresh out of Tevinter—who knows. ]