inquisitor.

if she can provide NOTHING else, at least there is alcohol. she follows his lead and admittedly, the desire to have a drink HERSELF is more tempting than she’d care to admit. she has more or less earned the right to at least one, no? “whatever you WISH,” sidri gestures towards krem and NODS at the barkeep. “orlais bothers us enough that their deep pockets might as well go towards THIS.” 

a brief GLEAM of a smile, easy and relaxed and all too RARE of late. “why must so many men share that AWFUL propensity for LYING about their injuries? i HOPE you don’t possess it, as well.” she LAUGHS herself now, accepting a tankard herself and SIPPING at it with a shrug. “it’s a lot more PAPERWORK than i ever might have imagined. explains why cullen looks so MISERABLE most of the time, really. aside from having to all but LICK the boots of every noble that takes an interest, it’s alright.” 

❛  thank  you,  your  worship.  ❜  one  hip  rests  against  the  bar  and  krem  crosses  his  arms  over  his  chest,  nodding  at  the  barkeep.  ❛  the  usual,  please,  cabot.  ❜

                            krem  laughs,  shakes  his  head.  ❛  my  papa  taught  me  better  'n  to  lie  about  being  injured.  none  of  the  chargers  seem  to  learn  that  lesson,  though.  no  matter  how  many  times  i  beat  it  into  their  heads.  ❜  it’s  honestly  a  problem.  he  worries  about  his  little  band  of  idiots.  they’re  the  only  real  family  he’s  got  these  days  and  he  couldn’t  bear  to  lose  them.  

                            he  toys  with  the  handle  of  his  tankard  as  he  listens,  making  a  face  as  she  describes  her  work.  ❛  ugh,  it  sounds  boring.  boot-licking  is  such  a  dull  pass-time.  you  really  should  come  around  for  drinks  more.  the  chargers  know  how  to  actually  have  fun.  ❜

inquisitor.

“good evening, krem,” she smiles POLITELY and it distantly occurs to her that she ought to check in with him more OFTEN or at least PAUSE on her trek to bull. a brief FLUSH colors her cheeks at the realization that she’s more likely than not been RUDE in doing so. 

“thought i might stop by and see how you and the rest of the CHARGERS are faring.” escape for a bit to what sidri REALLY means, an opportunity to get out of the main keep and the SLEW of letters waiting for her. “if you’re thirsty, the least i can do is get you a DRINK for your troubles.” 

                                krem  starts  for  a  second,  smile  faltering,  before  it  returns,  slightly  warmer  than  before.  ❛  well,  who  am  i  to  refuse  an  offer  of  DRINKS??  ❜  his  face  scrunches  in  amusement  and  he  stands,  gesturing  toward  the  bar.

                                ❛  we’re  doing  okay.  taking  a  bit  of  a  rest  at  the  moment  between  missions.  dalish  took  a  pretty  bad  hit  on  the  last  one  and  is  on  bed  rest  until  it  heals.  grim  lied  about  his  leg  being  better  so  HE’S  out  too.  but  the  rest  of  us  are  muddling  by.  ❜  he  pauses,  tips  his  head  to  the  side  and  regards  her  curiously.  ❛  how  are  things  up  top??  ❜

@asteeledheart liked for a KREM starter.

                          it  isn’t  often  the  inquisitor  visits  krem’s  little  corner  of  herald’s  rest.  oh,  she’s  always  passing  by  him  to  talk  to  the  chief,  giving  krem  a  distracted  little  wave  as  she  goes.  but  very  rarely  does  she  stop.  

                          like  she  has  now.  he  blinks  up  at  her  for  a  moment,  then  smiles,  raises  one  eyebrow.  ❛  your  worship.  to  what  do  i  owe  the  pleasure??  ❜