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[freedomscall]

What| Anders trying to adjust to a new environment.
Where| Around the capitol.
When| Now?
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment


Everything was too big. He should have felt relief: this city was larger than anything he had seen before. There was so much grandeur, all glittering and beautiful and so easy to focus on. A man like him could have been swept away, swept under the rug, swept up in everything and easily forgotten. He could hide in the crowd. With so many people, no one would notice just another man.

Anders, however, felt nothing but suffocated. Every glance caused him to flinch and bury himself deeper within himself. The knot in his stomach pulled tighter, and tighter with every turn he made and every person he passed.

He had no idea how long he had been walking, or even where he was anymore. A heavy sigh escaped him as he rubbed his forehead.

"Andraste's tits...What is going on?" . For a moment he let his situation consume him, let the whole Capitol consume him.

It was the sound of footsteps coming up behind him that snapped the mage out of his stupor.

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[uncalled_for]

Fiona's footsteps halted before the man. For most, she would keep walking. She was far more content wandering the streets aimlessly than speaking to anyone upon them. But the man seemed lost, if not exhausted. It was enough to give her pause and a small amount of concern tucked under her Orlesian accented words.

"Is everything all right?"

[freedomscall]

Brown eyes peered up at the woman. At the elven woman, with the Orleasian accent. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. At last he had found something familiar in this place, even if he had no idea who the woman before he was.

“I- uh”, the mage rubbed his hands together, looking around nervously. “I don't really know. This place is...”

Anders cleared his throat. “I'm finding it hard to adjust, I think”.

[uncalled_for]

"Could anyone find it easy to adjust?" She said with a dubious look.

Well, at the very least this man wasn't injured or too worse for wear. He seemed just overwhelmed which was truly understandable given the circumstances. Fiona herself had spent her entire first outing with her eyes glued to the ground to avoid that very same problem. Beyond bumping into several others it wasn't the worst strategy, yet clearly not one useful to others.

"You've only recently been dragged here, I assume?"

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Anders chucked nervously, rubbing his temple and letting a small smile cross his lips. “Well, no. I suppose it must be...overwhelming for everyone. I arrived a few days ago. I can't...seem to wrap my head around this place. It seems like the Fade has-”

The man stopped short and cleared his throat. “Ah, you're accent sounds very familiar” he changed the topic. “Are you from Orlais by any chance?”