---Gann Mulsantir---
Gann made a tsking sound and Sophie trotted over to him. He swung himself unto her a few moments after Merle had mounted her halla. “There is no need to apologize,” he told her, shrugging his broad shoulders, “if you still wish to help the enslaved boy, I would suggest going to wherever it is they are heading.” Gann had overheard talk of some ball and how the woman who looked very much like a Knight had wished to attend.
"Yes, I was planning on going to the tavern as well,” Gann replied to her inquiry and at the same time felt a rumble in the pit of his stomach. He had not had a good hot meal in a long while. “The Knight-woman, the one who was there at the tent in the beginning, I will be asking to travel alongside her and whoever else is with her.” It was a good enough short-term plan, as he had no other plans besides it.
“Perhaps you as well will consider joining, as there was some talk about the two from the tent going along as well,” he glanced over at Merle, his eyes briefly skimming the length of her white hair – what an oddly pleasant color – before continuing to speak, “that way you may have a chance of helping that boy, if you have any intention of it.”
She was pleasant enough to talk with, unimposing in her company and had not yet decided that it would be a good idea to touch him in any manner. So far, in Gann’s books, that made her good company.
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They left their mounts outside the tavern. Gann had informed the stable-boy that if either his Sophie or Merle’s halla were to go missing, there would be repercussions. The young boy nodded, eyes wide as saucers, as he craned his neck to stare up at Gann. Satisfied by that response, Gann walked over to the door and pulled it open for Merle, following only after she herself had stepped into the tavern.
His eyes scanned over the crowd, searching for the Knight-woman, and were soon enough able to find her form. Gann stalked his way through the other patrons, clearing out a way for himself and Merle. Some people merely stepped out of his way as they saw the tall man stepped towards them without an intention of stopping.
When he arrived by the Knight-woman’s side, he gave her a nod, not aware of her rank of who she was, otherwise he may have deigned it right to bow or something of the sort. He glanced at the people around her and gave them all a brief nod as well before turning his attentions back to the Knight-woman, taking her to be the group’s leader – she gave the impression of being the sort.
"Ser, I know not where you and your companions are going nor what you are looking to accomplish, but I wish to take part in it,” Gann said as he looked down at the woman with his generic impassive expression.
---Valen Akritas---
“I would very much wish to get this blood off me,” his sister commented after the Dalish woman and the tall man had vacated their tent. There was not a bath of their own in the tent, as most of the room in the tent was occupied by other things and a bathing tub would have been much too much of a hassle to carry about. The two of them had been going to the local tavern every morning for bathing and getting dressed.
Valen looked over his sister, taking in her bloodied appearance, and then glanced at the elf man. “Yes, the both of you do.” Blood magic was…messy at times.
He watched as she went to grab a new set of robes for herself, and then also grabbed some spare clothing and armor of his own so that the elf could dress himself. Valen frowned at that, but decided not to argue against it.
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Valen led them to the tavern, having left Blodwyn’s drake to nap at the entrance of the tent. When they got to the tavern, he pushed the doors open wide.
“Maid!” Valen hollered over the din of the other patrons as he stalked into the tavern, followed closely by his sister and her servant. “Prepare a hot bath! My sister wishes to wash the blood off her body!” There, that out to get the maid moving.
Valen’s eyes swept over the crowd and some of the tavern’s patrons began to gingerly shuffle away from them. He was very well aware of the rumors which encircled him and his sister – rumors about slavery and blood magic. Well, the rumors were true.
Valen’s gaze landed on the figure of Severia, standing and speaking with what seemed to be a group who followed her. Valen felt his eyebrows raise themselves up on his forehead. Were all of those people supposed to be coming along to the ball alongside her? He had just thought that it would only be a few – just Severia, that tall knife-eared bastard, the Templar, and the mutt.
---Blodwyn Akritas---
Blodwyn had a wet towel in her hand with which she was trying to wipe her own blood off the blade of her dagger, not quite paying attention to anyone around her. She felt safe when in the presence of her brother, knowing that most people would think twice if they wished to do anything harmful. Plus, now Ceallach was about as well, and so she was quite happy to have there be two men who would be looking out for her general safety.
She tucked the dagger back into her belt and proceeded to wipe her blood away from her hand, which was all healed up but nonetheless crusted over in dark red. It wiped away from her skin, leading smudges, and soon the air around her smelled more of iron than it had a few moments before.
Blodwyn looked up from her task, surveying the tavern about her, and was pleased to see that many of the patrons were slinking away. She smiled at a man that passed her by – a wicked quirk of the lips that made him scurry along all the quicker.
She knew what she must look like: her hand and forearm encrusted in blood, the front of her robes stained crimson. She was not wearing her red robes that day, but a set that was a pale shade of cream, so the fact that she had just bled from her hand and all over herself was very notable. And, not to mention, Ceallach was streaked in her blood as well – it showed as streaks on his clothing, as if he had been restrained by strands of it (which, in fact, he had).
Blodwyn caught sight of Ser Sev and Ryuu, and the large group which surrounded them. Her expression reverted to genuine politeness and she inclined her head in respectful recognition at the two of them. The elven man had mentioned himself to be nobility from Antiva, and though Blodwyn had never had much of a care for elves, she was not beneath simple courtesies between nobles.