[Oh look. The Hanged Man. There's that familiar smell of stale piss and vomit...
He's here to play cards - assuming, of course, that Varric and Isabela show up, as usual. Until they do, he'll wait. He considers, briefly, ordering a glass of something, but the odds of them having anything finer than old grape juice that isn't watered down are slim to none. He's not that desperate. at the moment.]
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He's here to play cards - assuming, of course, that Varric and Isabela show up, as usual. Until they do, he'll wait. He considers, briefly, ordering a glass of something, but the odds of them having anything finer than old grape juice that isn't watered down are slim to none. He's not that desperate.
at the moment.]