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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.

Comments

[dead_black_eyes]

At the very least, Anders pretty clearly has nothing much to fear from Linden. He appears brittle and frail, to the point where a stiff wind could probably knock him over, and his face is pale and sunken in places as if he's been very ill and hungry for a long time. Whether or not that puts the mage from a different world at ease or more on-edge is ultimately his call.

He laughs, a wavery, unpracticed sound at the man's description. "I know exactly what you mean, but there are better places to get lost. You're practically in the red light district."

[freedomscall]

“In the- really?” Anders frowned, looking around himself. Well, he thought, this certainly looks nothing like the Pearl or the Blooming Rose. “...I didn't expect the world of paid sex to look so...”

Anders' rubbed his temple, clearing his throat. “If this is such a bad place to find ones self, what are you doing out here?”

[dead_black_eyes]

Linden gives the man a long look. "It's a little rude to ask that, isn't it?" he points out. "This is your free shot, considering you're a newcomer. I was taking a gift basket to a dancer who did me a tremendous favor. It happens that I'm on my way back to the Tower now, if you'd like to get yourself un-lost."

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Anders frowned, pondering the offer. He was alone, in a new place, one that was out of his depth to understand, and he was very lost.

“I...Sorry, you're right. That was rude, and it's none of my business. If you're heading back, then I'd appreciate being shown my way out. This city is like a maze.”

[dead_black_eyes]

Linden nods in curt acknowledgment, and also to show that he's not offended and bears no ill will over the question.

"It's not a problem. Changing the topic, to Districts of a different kind, which were you assigned to?"

It's been a little while since 6 has gotten a new one, but he's curious enough to ask about it, just in case.