[Lysander's contemplating the merits of his spiced mead, wondering at the undercurrent of spices he doesn't recognize. It's a very good drink, much to his surprise; he expected a realm of eternal suffering and damnation to skimp on the decent alcohol.
He's a little bit caught up in his own head, memories of that last battle in Denerim still weighing heavily in his thoughts as well as memories of the coronation ceremony for Alistair and Anora. It's still such a strange thought to think of his friend as king, but Lysander holds on to the hope that Ferelden is in better hands with Alistair ruling alongside Anora.
He's just finished taking another swig of his drink when the sound of his own language catches his attention; he turns at the sound of the greeting, nearly falls off of his own stool in the process. Though he's slightly disappointed to find it's a human woman speaking it, Lysander's surprised and delighted all the same to find someone who seems to be from home. And, if he has to guess from her accent, she might even be from Ferelden, to boot.]
Aneth ara yourself stranger.
[He grins, smirks a little.] Someone has to be the token pointy-eared loner at the bar. Always happy to fill the role.
I have to say, it's nice to see I'm apparently not the only one from home here. You're...Ferelden?
[He guesses; he could very much be wrong, of course. She could always be from the Free Marches, or somewhere else entirely.
He does stand out himself, even without his ears; not too many people on this boat in Warden armor, after all.]
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He's a little bit caught up in his own head, memories of that last battle in Denerim still weighing heavily in his thoughts as well as memories of the coronation ceremony for Alistair and Anora. It's still such a strange thought to think of his friend as king, but Lysander holds on to the hope that Ferelden is in better hands with Alistair ruling alongside Anora.
He's just finished taking another swig of his drink when the sound of his own language catches his attention; he turns at the sound of the greeting, nearly falls off of his own stool in the process. Though he's slightly disappointed to find it's a human woman speaking it, Lysander's surprised and delighted all the same to find someone who seems to be from home. And, if he has to guess from her accent, she might even be from Ferelden, to boot.]
Aneth ara yourself stranger.
[He grins, smirks a little.] Someone has to be the token pointy-eared loner at the bar. Always happy to fill the role.
I have to say, it's nice to see I'm apparently not the only one from home here. You're...Ferelden?
[He guesses; he could very much be wrong, of course. She could always be from the Free Marches, or somewhere else entirely.
He does stand out himself, even without his ears; not too many people on this boat in Warden armor, after all.]