[ He's new to Kirkwall– but then, isn't that the story of nearly everyone here? The city is in unrest. Or rather, the world is. With the Blight just across the way in Ferelden, causing people to flee left, right, and center. Kirkwall was the closest haven, even if that word doesn't really describe the place. It's packed to the brim with refugees and the city hasn't exactly been welcoming.
Still, it's better than the alternative. So he stays, ducks just enough under the radar. He made his name as a thief for hire in Ferelden before, but that hasn't carried over here. It's a fresh start in a way. Bad since he has no contacts. Good because he has no strings attached. It's just him forging a new name for himself. Most of the jobs he's taken have been easy, solo, in and out.
This time though, he knows he's going to need at least one other person. Which brings him to the Hanged Man, places him at the bar where he can sip his drink and keep sharp eyes out for someone who might match the skillsets he's looking for. Thus far, it's just been one person– a raucous pirate woman on the other side of the bar. She's all flash; glint of gold, of teeth, of skin. But he's just watched her pickpocket at least three people.
Yeah, alright.
Arthur downs the rest of his drink before sliding over to her, all charming smiles. ]
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if you're a joker // isabela/arthur
Date: 2017-12-30 11:46 am (UTC)Still, it's better than the alternative. So he stays, ducks just enough under the radar. He made his name as a thief for hire in Ferelden before, but that hasn't carried over here. It's a fresh start in a way. Bad since he has no contacts. Good because he has no strings attached. It's just him forging a new name for himself. Most of the jobs he's taken have been easy, solo, in and out.
This time though, he knows he's going to need at least one other person. Which brings him to the Hanged Man, places him at the bar where he can sip his drink and keep sharp eyes out for someone who might match the skillsets he's looking for. Thus far, it's just been one person– a raucous pirate woman on the other side of the bar. She's all flash; glint of gold, of teeth, of skin. But he's just watched her pickpocket at least three people.
Yeah, alright.
Arthur downs the rest of his drink before sliding over to her, all charming smiles. ]
Hey, can I get a lady like you a drink?