Shopping & Fortune Telling;; [ The streets are colorful, if not a bit crowded, but not unpleasant. It's difficult to not want to spend hours winding through the stalls of the bazaar. He has a few credits to spend, but Dorian doesn't feel the immediate need to part with them in case there is something that strikes his fancy at the end. However, that won't stop him from browsing and trying to get a better deal. Maybe he stops to feed a strawberry to one of those dragonesque lizards. Definitely not picking it up, though. It can stay right where it is.
The beck and call of a few extra credits doesn't elude him, though really he doesn't see how he has the 'look' of a fortune teller- and he would have had half a mind to be offended had she meant anything by it. The orange-skinned woman had wanted a bit of shut eye, so Dorian finds himself sitting under a canopy surrounded by lots of musty tapestry and gleaming strands of beads. The crystal ball and stack of cards could be laughable. If he weren't superb at being incredibly charming. ]
I have a good sense about your future, care for a reading?
Space Bar;; [ The Iskaulit has several bars, thank the Maker, though this one is his favorite. Spirits are cheap, and the ale on hand is piss-poor enough to taste vaguely of the Ferelden ale he does not favor, thank you very much. He has a booth to himself, though it is a busy night. He nods to the empty seat across from him. ]
Feel free to join me, it's a touch crowded in here.
Wildcard;; [ Hit Dorian up with something else! On a ship, seeing the sights? Sure! ]
Dorian Pavus || Dragon Age Inquisition
[ The streets are colorful, if not a bit crowded, but not unpleasant. It's difficult to not want to spend hours winding through the stalls of the bazaar. He has a few credits to spend, but Dorian doesn't feel the immediate need to part with them in case there is something that strikes his fancy at the end. However, that won't stop him from browsing and trying to get a better deal. Maybe he stops to feed a strawberry to one of those dragonesque lizards. Definitely not picking it up, though. It can stay right where it is.
The beck and call of a few extra credits doesn't elude him, though really he doesn't see how he has the 'look' of a fortune teller- and he would have had half a mind to be offended had she meant anything by it. The orange-skinned woman had wanted a bit of shut eye, so Dorian finds himself sitting under a canopy surrounded by lots of musty tapestry and gleaming strands of beads. The crystal ball and stack of cards could be laughable. If he weren't superb at being incredibly charming. ]
I have a good sense about your future, care for a reading?
Space Bar;;
[ The Iskaulit has several bars, thank the Maker, though this one is his favorite. Spirits are cheap, and the ale on hand is piss-poor enough to taste vaguely of the Ferelden ale he does not favor, thank you very much. He has a booth to himself, though it is a busy night. He nods to the empty seat across from him. ]
Feel free to join me, it's a touch crowded in here.
Wildcard;;
[ Hit Dorian up with something else! On a ship, seeing the sights? Sure! ]