Cassandra Pentaghast (
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milliways_bar2016-02-06 07:47 pm
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[Previously: Arriving in Kirkwall.]
She storms out of the interrogation chamber in a towering fury, paying little attention to anyone who might happen to be in her way.
"Blast you, Varric Tethras, you and your tale of the Champion!"
Cassandra stalks the length of the hallway and slams the door open.
"Leliana. It is no use. We must--"
She's two steps into the bar before she realizes that it's not where she expected to be.
As the door swings shut behind her, one hand goes to her sword.
She storms out of the interrogation chamber in a towering fury, paying little attention to anyone who might happen to be in her way.
"Blast you, Varric Tethras, you and your tale of the Champion!"
Cassandra stalks the length of the hallway and slams the door open.
"Leliana. It is no use. We must--"
She's two steps into the bar before she realizes that it's not where she expected to be.
As the door swings shut behind her, one hand goes to her sword.

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His table he got in order to put off having to deal with Seeker Pentaghast just a little while longer. Until he can be sure he has his wits about him.
(And his paperwork in order. He's so close to caught up -- )
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A few steps are all it takes to reach his table.
"Knight-Captain Cullen."
Cassandra's voice is as sharp and impatient as her expression.
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"Seeker Pentaghast."
He is... also not in his plate. Or anything that would mark him as a knight of the Order.
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"You are off duty? Now? Do you think that wise?"
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Cullen's gaze is steady. In a way, Meredith was good preparation for the Seekers of Truth.
"I have not seen any reason to deny the Knights-Templar not on duty their hours of personal time after Vespers."
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One belongs to an enormous brown mabari hound.
The other belongs to a small, white-haired elven mage. The elf part is obvious, and the mage part probably ought to be, because there's a staff ready-to-hand and leaning against her table, she's wearing blue and silver gryphon-decorated mage robes, and the Fade is always very near when she's around.
The black tattoo spiraling over her right eye and brow is just misdirection. (Or is it?)
A moment later Ysalwen rises, strapping her staff to her back instead of holding it in her hand. (Like hell is she leaving it behind.) Liranan trots ahead of her, holding back an anxious whine by virtue of great effort.
"Drawing that might also draw more attention than you want, if you're still catching your bearings," she offers, pausing quite a few feet away from the newcomer. Liranan goes closer, himself, making for Cassandra's right hand. He, too, pauses several feet away, but much closer than Ysalwen. Is this newcomer nice? Could she be a friend? Has she done something to Lel-friend?
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"Is that so?"
Her glance flicks to the mabari and back.
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Ysalwen's voice is wry. Her expression matches it, except for the watchfulness in her dark brown eyes.
"They're good at what they do. Or so I hear. There hasn't really been a violent altercation in all the time I've been coming here."
A pause. Liranan just watches Cassandra, head tilted in curiosity, tongue lolling.
"I'm going to guess that you don't know where here is, though. I didn't, when I first showed up. I don't think most people do, either."
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Somebody's working on his story of a dirty guard on the edge.
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"You! How did -- you were -- "
Frustration and fury both are clear in her features.
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"You don't know me. Right."
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"And why should I believe you?"
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She sounds disbelieving, even as she looks him over. He doesn't appear Dalish, but neither does he look quite like the city elves she knows.
"All right. I am listening. Why don't I need a sword here?"
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"Ma'am, drawin' weapon's ain't goin' to end well here. Security will give you a talkin' to."
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"A talking to."
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That doesn't always work, but the majority of Milliways tries to make it be. He sits up straighter, slipping his bookmark in, she seems like someone who wouldn't appreciate anyone being rude.
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Cassandra consciously tries to moderate her tone, and adds,
"Neutral ground, you say?"
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Seimei is probably like nothing Cassandra has ever seen before, due to the kosode and hakama he's wearing if nothing else. But his voice is placid and more conversational than anything else.
"You are a guest here, and in no danger from anyone."
Just don't drink the Atlantean or the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.
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"A guest, you say. Here."
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"In the interest of preventing any misunderstandings" - and possibly attempted violence against his person - "let me make clear that I too am a guest of Milliways."
In other words, Seimei is not responsible for the lady unexpectedly finding herself here. He just wants to make sure everyone's on the same page about that. Although she may not believe him.
"That is what this place is called. Milliways, the tavern at the end of the universe."
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Her eyebrows rise along with her voice.
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