Finding Tranquility

For a time, Rhosyn’s attention remained trained upon the horizon, relishing in the grandeur of merchant vessels – a stark contrast to the crude fishermen boats he’d witnessed dotting rivers across Thedas. Lucien’s query served to draw his focus elsewhere, confusion blossoming upon his features, cemented by the slight rightward inclination of his head. Rhosyn, where are you daft, where are your manners, he is most certainly addressing you… Eros chastised his contract, his ethereal voice resonating through his psyche, punctuated by an audible click of its’ tongue against some part of its’ anamorphic anatomy.

How can you be so certain of that Eros? It could be anyone of these seafarers… Rhosyn murmured beneath his breath, knowing the spirit made a valid point, one lent weight by the fact Lucien’s gaze was trained in his general direction. A series of calloused sun-kissed digits would come to rest briefly upon one of the courier’s shoulders, a quiet yet polite apology offered as he’d maneuvered himself through their ranks.

“You were addressing me, correct? Rhosyn inquired to confirm. I doubt I’d prove any more effective than them, my craft requires coordination of a different sorts… Rhosyn confessed, it was a half-hearted excuse at best, he was an adept herbalist and by some measure alchemist, and a gifted healer – both holistically and in the arcane sense. Aside from transporting a non-ambulatory patient or a dozen reagents and compounds – his job did not typically involve lifting physically heavy objects.

Is the port always so busy? Rhosyn inquired lightly, uncertain what manner of reaction he might get. That question alone made it abundantly clear that Rhosyn was not a native of Val Royeaux proper. By now, some of Rhosyn’s nervous ticks began to rear their ugly head, it was the routine maneuvering of his calloused digits against one another idly by his side, periodically a faintly audible click registering as his thumb nail picked at his index finger.

Why am I more comfortably tending to the dying than interacting with a stranger in normal conversation… Rhosyn pondered, perhaps, it was the nerves of being in a foreign environment surrounded by nothing but strangers – knowledge that unlike within Arhaltan, he was truly alone in a sense. He could only pray when, he discovered the scholar who penned the study in his bag that he could articulate himself with some semblance of intelligence. “You best be able to – I have so many questions, I wish you to ask of them Eros intoned, touching upon the surface level of Rhosyn’s internal thoughts – an act that caused his brows to furrow ever so.


@ Lucien Beauvais