No, not everyone liked the idea of the Inquisition. It had risen out of the crumbling ashes of a handful of institutions and ideas, claiming to want nothing more than to restore peace. Many suspected otherwise. Balthier honestly couldn't care less. He was here for the coin, running supplies and some illicit goods from the surrounding towns into Skyhold.
"Answers?" He raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, "That's a new one. Usually, people are making the trek to Skyhold to join, because they support the Inquisition."
He doesn't push further than that, nonchalantly taking another drink as he leaned his chair back against the wall, propping it up on two legs.
"If you're walking you better hope you don't get lost and freeze... or get eaten by bears. There aren't really towns on the way, no. But there are a few small camps. If I were you I'd see about heading that way with a merchant or someone else. Plenty of people running supplies up that way and plenty of soldiers returning from patrol."
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"Answers?" He raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, "That's a new one. Usually, people are making the trek to Skyhold to join, because they support the Inquisition."
He doesn't push further than that, nonchalantly taking another drink as he leaned his chair back against the wall, propping it up on two legs.
"If you're walking you better hope you don't get lost and freeze... or get eaten by bears. There aren't really towns on the way, no. But there are a few small camps. If I were you I'd see about heading that way with a merchant or someone else. Plenty of people running supplies up that way and plenty of soldiers returning from patrol."