( nightingale has never heard of circles, and templars are a thing of the past in his world. he doesn't know ferelden and he doesn't know any of the conventions or lack thereof that exist here. all he has to go off when forming an opinion of her is what he sees, interpreted through his own frame of reference, and her behaviour.
the staff reminds him of his own; the sword is a little more troublesome, or it would be if he hadn't been here for a few days already, if he hadn't already realised that this dimension is unlike his own in many regards. )
I've managed. ( comes his dry response to her observation. he stands, because it is polite to stand when greeting someone and some manners are ingrained in him, and gestures in invitation for her to join him by the meagre fire he's built. it's beginning to grow into something that may yet give off some actual warmth. )
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the staff reminds him of his own; the sword is a little more troublesome, or it would be if he hadn't been here for a few days already, if he hadn't already realised that this dimension is unlike his own in many regards. )
I've managed. ( comes his dry response to her observation. he stands, because it is polite to stand when greeting someone and some manners are ingrained in him, and gestures in invitation for her to join him by the meagre fire he's built. it's beginning to grow into something that may yet give off some actual warmth. )
Would you care to join me?