"Apples it is then," Solona smiles, making her way over to the fruit stand. "Fine day it is, ser, to be selling such succulent looking fruit," she greets the merchant. He looks up at her curiously then turns towards Nellie.
"I haven't seen you folk around here. I didn't know that the Chantry would be sending some priests to our village."
"Oh, we were just passing through, ser. We're on our way to Lothering, actually."
"Ah, Lothering. Maker knows how much that town needs its holy men," the merchant chuckles. Solona's brow furrows, wondering what the man meant. "Now, what is it that you need, sisters? I have some fine fruit here that I am very sure you would enjoy!"
"A-apples would be fine," Solona replies, coming out of her trance. "Right Ne-- Sister Helen?"
At the tavern, Cullen decides that it's up to him to do the talking. He manages to get the owner to prepare two rooms for them and manages to get through the small talk and the questions with ease. He had to keep his story in check though-- in small villages, news spreads fast and he didn't want anyone suspicious of their actions.
He then turns to Anders, who was of minimal use to him and a wicked thought crosses his mind. And it just so happened that the tavern owner was more than happy to finally have some paying customers, he offers the fine, young templar and the silent brother a drink. Cullen raises his hand.
"Thank you very much for your offer, ser," he says, turning to Anders with a smirk. "But the brother here is not allowed to drink. I can have his share."
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Date: 2011-10-04 01:05 am (UTC)"I haven't seen you folk around here. I didn't know that the Chantry would be sending some priests to our village."
"Oh, we were just passing through, ser. We're on our way to Lothering, actually."
"Ah, Lothering. Maker knows how much that town needs its holy men," the merchant chuckles. Solona's brow furrows, wondering what the man meant. "Now, what is it that you need, sisters? I have some fine fruit here that I am very sure you would enjoy!"
"A-apples would be fine," Solona replies, coming out of her trance. "Right Ne-- Sister Helen?"
At the tavern, Cullen decides that it's up to him to do the talking. He manages to get the owner to prepare two rooms for them and manages to get through the small talk and the questions with ease. He had to keep his story in check though-- in small villages, news spreads fast and he didn't want anyone suspicious of their actions.
He then turns to Anders, who was of minimal use to him and a wicked thought crosses his mind. And it just so happened that the tavern owner was more than happy to finally have some paying customers, he offers the fine, young templar and the silent brother a drink. Cullen raises his hand.
"Thank you very much for your offer, ser," he says, turning to Anders with a smirk. "But the brother here is not allowed to drink. I can have his share."