( Leaving Hasmal had not been easy, for all that it was for the good of the Circle and for her fellow mages. It did not matter that all the Circles were disbanded - the templars and mages of Hasmal had stood together, and she would sooner be there fighting by their side then in Ferelden. Any trip through a town meant eyes were raking over her and her staff, before they found the sword hanging at her side, and there was an unfortunate tendency of towns to smell of leatherworks and wet dog. Her alienage had never smelled better, mind, but it was a particular smell of terrible that was still part of it being home.
She hears something, and her staff (black wood, metal worked into it and fabric wound around certain parts of it for better grip) is in hand as she advances.
Herian, herself, looks rather more native and entirely human, which is equal parts a relief (and thus guilt inspiring) and something that rankles her, the kind of sore that simply won't heal over. Her accent in this world marks her as hailing from Starkhaven, but to the likes of a rifter from certain worlds could be mistaken for Scottish - Glasglow, perhaps. )
Well, now.
( Interesting. ) You look like you've been having a rough time of it.
( She does not put up her staff immediately, but the state of his (very strange looking) coat and her own adventures in avoiding bears make her a little more inclined to be sympathetic, maybe. Her tone is more friendly than she necessarily feels. Humans are not kind, in her experience, unless they are Circle Mages, and he certainly doesn't look like one of them. )
camping.
She hears something, and her staff (black wood, metal worked into it and fabric wound around certain parts of it for better grip) is in hand as she advances.
Herian, herself, looks rather more native and entirely human, which is equal parts a relief (and thus guilt inspiring) and something that rankles her, the kind of sore that simply won't heal over. Her accent in this world marks her as hailing from Starkhaven, but to the likes of a rifter from certain worlds could be mistaken for Scottish - Glasglow, perhaps. )
Well, now.
( Interesting. ) You look like you've been having a rough time of it.
( She does not put up her staff immediately, but the state of his (very strange looking) coat and her own adventures in avoiding bears make her a little more inclined to be sympathetic, maybe. Her tone is more friendly than she necessarily feels. Humans are not kind, in her experience, unless they are Circle Mages, and he certainly doesn't look like one of them. )