Hopeless Wanderer

Nahreida nodded, she'd still have to trace out the design, which admittedly wouldn't take her long, but long enough that it would mean a lot of waiting around if they tried to do the tat right then and there.

Next week works, it'll give me time to get it sketched up for you to approve before I ink you. I can meet you here if you'd like, the tavern owner is pretty good about letting me do tats here. Either that or we can meet at Black Eden, Ari let's me do tats out of her place for a fee and it's a lot more comfortable there. She smiled warmly and tipped her head slightly when Julian asked about Arlathan.

Arlathan is, well, Arlathan. Ha, you'd think I'd be better at talking about it since I slept there for a few thousand years or more. It's not what it was, but Vela is working on bringing it back to its former glory. She'd not bad for a Dalish elf, though honestly I find the distinctions weird. I mean an elf is an elf is an elf, what does it matter if we're ancient or Dalish or city, ears are still pointy She said with a shrug.