[h2]Brea Lovell [/h2]

The smell of piss, ale, vomit and smoke was rather strong in the tavern known as the Hanged Man. But it was something that Brea wouldn't change, as it kept those who were of the law away. Well most of the time, on occasion the guard would come but then it was mostly to relax and drink. 

Brea had been in Kirkwall for only a month or so and so far she loved it. Even with all its history and bitterness towards minorities. It was an exciting place to live and so far no one was hounding her for being a mage. That was a problem in all the other places she had stayed, once they found out she was a mage they would run her out. Even with the new divine "freeing" mages not many people liked it and would still force them out of towns and villages. Cities were a little different, they would tolerate mages being around, but there was still some that would make their distrust known. 

"Want another drink Brea?" Asked the bartender as he wiped the bar. Not that wiping the bar cleaned it from all grime that built up over the years. Smiling sweetly she shook her head, her smile seemed to make him blush which made her smile grow a little. She had only know Jar for two weeks but he seemed like a nice guy, a honest man. Well as honest as one would expect a bartender to be. 

"So Jar, what's happening in the city?" She asked as she nursed her drink. She wasn't one for gossip but she felt talking, at least for a bit. Jar gave her a dumbfounded look as if he couldn't believe what she just asked. "Well there's that thing with the new cleric, that's big news ya know." Jar said sounding a surprised and slight teasing. Brea rolled her eyes as she leaned on the dirty counter. Of course she knew about that, that news had been on everyone's lips for weeks if not months. "I know that silly, but anything else I should know? Anything new?" She asked playfully. She knew she was flirting, but then if she didn't Jar would of never have given her some of his best ale for half the cost. Of course he said she was the only one he did that for, but she was sure any cute girl that walked through those doors and batted their eyes at him got to his best stock.

"Not much news except that. Everything else just isn't that note worthy." He said with a small sigh. 

Sighing herself, she looked around the tavern and took note of all the drunks, gamblers, and shifty people. All these people took the time of the inauguration of the cleric to make deals and side deals as the guard and all other authorities were at the chantry ready to protect the new cleric. It was a good time for getting business done and making deals. That was when she noticed a qunari sitting in the shadows. He looked rather intimidating but then most qunari looked that way. She watched as he sat there then turned to the drunks that didn't seem to notice that he was there. How they didn't notice the huge mass was beyond her, as a blind nug could see him. She laughed slightly when the two men stumbled and babbled  at the qunari's question. 

"I am sorry good sire, but I am not one to take stupidity such as theirs to lightly." The qunari said before tossing Jar a few coppers for the drinks. 

Jar nodded and as soon as the qunari was out of the building he mumbled something about a damned oxmen. Brea shook her head, she didn't like people talking about others like they were dirt. "Come now Jar, not all qunari are bad." She said as she sipped her drink.
"You weren't here when those damned oxmen took over the city." Jar said bitterly as he wiped the bar top again. 

Shaking her head again, she dug into her coin purse to pay for her drink but Jar shook his head. "Thanks Jar, see ya later." She said as she blew him a kiss and hurried out the tavern. She looked around and noticed how eerily quiet the streets were, it felt wrong as if it foretold something was going to happen. On the up side though it made finding the huge qunari easy.

She had no idea why she wanted to follow the large mass of muscle, all she knew was that there was something about him that peeked her interest. She kept some distance from him, but he was always within sight. [i]Thank the Maker that he is tall.[/i] She thought as she followed him up to High Town and to the new Chantry.