"Well, you do know what they say: drowsiness is an aftereffect of…" Sam raised an eyebrow, quelling the small surge of panic. They'd been in worse scrapes than this.
Revised version: "Well, you do know what they say: drowsiness is an aftereffect of…" Sam raised an eyebrow, quelling the small surge of panic. They'd been in worse scrapes than this. "Are you positively sure?" Digging their fingernails into his skin, they hoped that the poison would take quick effect even without the alcohol.
Seeming to be rather confused, Felsor carefully removes the Elf's hand from his arm, frowning at the cresent moon mark cut into his skin by their fingernails. Feeling a twinge of poison in his blood, he looks at them in a rather unsettling way. "Did you honestly just try to poison me? I had made no moves against your person. If you were unwanting of a drink you could have simply told me. It is not as if I do not get turned down often enough as it is." Eyes almost boring into the creature before him, he awaits their response impatiently.
(I must apologize in leaving this early on, and this will be my last post for the night. It is rather late where I am, and sleep tends to help in daily activities.)
Blue is taken aback by the conversation, picking up on it just due to being so close. He nervously swallows before moving to gently touch the large Qunari's arm.
"H-Hey, mister. It's alright. I'm- uh -I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. L-Look you can by me a drink -oh, fuck- wait- I-I didn't mean it like that. I-I mean- Unless you wanted it to be like that. I mean-…Shit, look. Just…We don't have to fight.", he stuttered out, not exceptionally prepared for such a tense confrontation, "Just…Just embrace the love, guys."
He then realized that probably wasn't the right phrase to use and flushed darkly, thinking about how a little nobody half elf like him shouldn't willingly put himself in situations like this, nor make himself responsible for getting people out of fights and getting himself in them.
Sam looked at Felsor, unnerved by his intensity. "I'm sorry… you seemed like a bad egg at first. You know… the rich ones who use a girl like myself looking for a way to survive, then discard her once she becomes their responsibility," They looked at Blue. "And, yes, I'm a girl," (no, for clarification, they're not. They're just in disguise to kill that dude from earlier) "You're telling me, a lovemaker, to embrace the love? I've 'embraced' a couple things in the past hours already… not all of them as large," they insinuated, eyes wide in mock innocence.
Eyes regaining their normal hue, and intensity fading, Felsor turns to his newfound companions. Smiling brightly, Felsor looks at them both. Laughing a bit a the half elfs phrasing and mannerisms, he once again speaks. "I can see the reasoning behind such an act, and once again, would both of you like to join me for a drink? Drinking alone is never pleasant for me, even if others seem to enjoy it greatly." After saying his peace, he begins to make his way towards the bar, the other patrons clearing a path for the large man. Even in such a crowded bar, the other customers give the Qunari a wide berth.
"I'm sorry, but I got to go," Sam said. "It's past hours for me, and I want to go home before anything happens,'' They fingered the locket at their throat, looking anxiously at the time. Would there be enough time to deliver it to their… client?
Blue breathed a sigh of relief as the situation diffused, taking a moment to adjust his hat before leaning down to now wrestle his viol into his bag. Sam's words made him look up curiously, and he nibbled on his bottom lip, squashing his question.
"I hope you make it home alright then.", he said cheerfully, hiking his travel bag up onto his shoulders, "And, be careful. You never know what to expect out of Orlais."
He could tell the much smaller elf was lying, but he didn't mind. The elf's business was their own, and it wasn't his place to stick his nose where it didn't belong. He gave the other elf a smile before making his way over to the bar, tipping his hat at a few patrons he knew before perching his gangly limbs onto the bench next to the Qunari. He sighed in a pleased manner as the bartender slid him his usual drink, sliding a few coins his way with a wink. They had been childhood friends back when Blue was still travelling with the dwarves.
He glanced at the Qunari with a now easy smile, flicking his hat back out of his eyes, "Name's Blue, by the way. Short for Bluebell."
Elinor was walking past the bar when the bartender came out to her. He claimed there had been a man who had walked in and never walked out. Being a healer, she was willing to help anyone, even something as trivial as drunkenness. She nodded and took the offer. She came in and walked past an interesting group of people who were headed to the bar. One of them had strange markings on his arm. Elinor shrugged this off, many people around here had odd scars. The bartender directed her to the back curtained off area. She thanked him and entered. Elinor checked his pulse and breath. Finding nothing, she knew he was dead. Nothing could save him now. As she got up to leave she spotted something on his face. How did she not notice it before? Nail marks raked across his face. They were red with blood but mixed among the scarlet was a greenish blue tinge. Poison.
Sam strode towards the finer districts in Orlais. They quickly changed in a small alley before using the polished white bricks to climb onto a balcony, sliding inside an open window on the third floor. "I got the necklace," they said, voice echoing in the seemingly empty room. "Are you satisfied?"
Elinor looked around before hoisting the body into her arms. She would take it with her for research. This was a new type of poison. As she was heading out, she saw the Qunari from before at the bar. Elinor took a careful glance at him once more and caught sight of the nail marks on his arm. The same blueish green tinge was in them. She ran over to him. "Excuse me, sir, but if you don't mind my asking…who did this to you?" Elinor asked, indicating the marks on his arm.
(hey, I'm waiting for @Ca1iCa1 to respond)
The Qunari turned to face the one who had tapped him on the arm. Upon seeing her, he grinned, "Ah! Hello there, I am Felsor. Why would you ask? The marks on my arm seem fully unremarkable, though if you truly wish for me to tell you I shall." Drinking a glass of something alcoholic, based on the smell, he seems cheery enough.
Elinor frowned but pushed on anyway. She was determined to find the culprit for this poison. "I have a hunch that it's poison and if it is I need to track down whoever did this." Elinor said firmly, looking Felsor straight in the eyes.
