[Cyril wasn't sure what he was looking for but the markets were beautiful and busy. He felt particularly comfortable here, even with the natives pestering him for readings and other superstitious things.
He was considering visiting a stall that has some rather beautiful scarves and accessories when his distraction caused him to nearly walk into a man who was refusing a palm reading.]
Oh! I'm sorry. [Thankfully he stopped himself from plowing right into the man, but now that he's looking at him he can't help but feel like the man is very familiar. Then it dawns on him, and his brow raises.] Your Majesty?
[No, wait. He was much younger than how he had been in Redcliffe. Ops. Sorry about the spoilers Alistair. At least your world state could have a different outcome?]
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He was considering visiting a stall that has some rather beautiful scarves and accessories when his distraction caused him to nearly walk into a man who was refusing a palm reading.]
Oh! I'm sorry. [Thankfully he stopped himself from plowing right into the man, but now that he's looking at him he can't help but feel like the man is very familiar. Then it dawns on him, and his brow raises.] Your Majesty?
[No, wait. He was much younger than how he had been in Redcliffe. Ops. Sorry about the spoilers Alistair. At least your world state could have a different outcome?]