greets, free hand lifting to run through the hair at the nape of his neck as he offers them a smile.

"D'you mind if I sit with you?"

his gaze lands on a lone figure in one seat and he hesitates, awkward; he doesn't want to intrude on what is likely a peaceful morning for them, but it would be harmless to share a table, right?

He squares his shoulders after a moment, striding across the cafe to the table.

"'llo there," he+

the once templar, once second-in-command to the troops of the Inquisition, turns on his heel to find a spot to sit in. There are plenty, he notes; although only a few alongside the view of the canal, and they seem popular enough, already half filled and filling the longer he sits there indecisive.+

even this early in the morning, the fog that hung in lazy wisps over the canals reminiscent of what would roll in in the early mornings from the ocean.

there was a cafe, nearby, and Rylen made his way to it, smiling at the barista as they made small talk before his order was handed off to him, and+

*Why* had he come to Antiva? Treviso, specifically? Rylen didn't have an answer for himself, but he didn't really mind it anyways; it was a far sight prettier than Kirkwall or Fereldan and *especially* better than the Wastes.

Reminded him a little bit of Starkhaven, if he were honest; the bustle+

Eh. Not much else for it than to do it, is there? As long as I don' have to go back to the Wastes anytime soon I'm your man

There's a good boy, yeah? Pretty.

Well, yeah? Wouldn't have said so otherwise. How about a smile?

oh. Oh! Well. Thats, eh. Thank you? You're cute too.

... well then. That's, eh... quite a lot, isn't it?

Sorry that... happened, to you?

And you as well, Lady In- er, lady Lavellan...?

Well enough, I s'pose. And yourself?

Quite, yeah? How long have you been here, then?

Eh? Hullo, Serah.

Don't rightly know what I expected, but mostly this.

Ask and you shall receive, ser.