[Dorian was...cautiously optimistic, he didn't expect Fenris to trust him, but the fact that he wasn't shutting him down or having fits at him seemed to be a positive step in the right direction.]
There is a place called The Tea Kittle located it level 3 of Lower Lunatia, it's a cross between a library and a tea shop.
[He agrees that a public place might be safer for the both of them overall, not that he was expecting a confrontation.]
Oh, I don't require any sort of payment, I have more than I need.
[He's not above getting free shit from magisters, but at least for this first meeting . . . it makes them more equal. And in this city that throws him so off-kilter, he'll take what he can get.]
I'll see you in a few hours, then.
[Presumably Dorian knows what he looks like, Fenris figures. Even if he doesn't, there's only so many people who dress and speak as though they're from Tevinter. He'll figure it out.]
Sorry for the lag, summer has been killing my drive
[Dorian couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't know what Fenris looked like after Danarius put out wanted posters of his rogue runaway, he made the elf incredibly distinct so that he would certainly be difficult to miss no matter where he went or how far he traveled. It was a monstrous thing to do to mark someone the way Fenris had been marked and Dorian had heard tale of other subjugations as well, but he would not bring it up, but to mark him in a way that made blending into the background and avoiding attention impossible. Dorian could not imagine...and for him who enjoyed the pleasure of attention would likely take for granted the solace he could get from privacy anytime he wanted.
Anyway he waited at the teahouse, just outside, looking as conspicuous as possible, wearing clothing from their world and carrying a mage's staff so he would be as recognizable as if it had been branded on him. As promised he had brought potions with him and was sitting readily at a table just outside the shop with tea available along with a variety of snacks to share if Fenris was hungry. It was polite anyway.]
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There is a place called The Tea Kittle located it level 3 of Lower Lunatia, it's a cross between a library and a tea shop.
[He agrees that a public place might be safer for the both of them overall, not that he was expecting a confrontation.]
Oh, I don't require any sort of payment, I have more than I need.
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[He's not above getting free shit from magisters, but at least for this first meeting . . . it makes them more equal. And in this city that throws him so off-kilter, he'll take what he can get.]
I'll see you in a few hours, then.
[Presumably Dorian knows what he looks like, Fenris figures. Even if he doesn't, there's only so many people who dress and speak as though they're from Tevinter. He'll figure it out.]
Sorry for the lag, summer has been killing my drive
Anyway he waited at the teahouse, just outside, looking as conspicuous as possible, wearing clothing from their world and carrying a mage's staff so he would be as recognizable as if it had been branded on him. As promised he had brought potions with him and was sitting readily at a table just outside the shop with tea available along with a variety of snacks to share if Fenris was hungry. It was polite anyway.]