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Katari moved his attention lower from the Elf to the seated Dwarf who nursing an ale. The Qunari listened as the small man gave his name and a brief explanation what his skills were, Vavin a spymaster who apparently had a calling for trap making. Katari saw the need for people with these kind of talents, though it did make him slightly less trustful of the Dwarf. "Yes." Katari said indifferently to Vavin, not showing the usual pride or shame that most of his kind did when admitting their states as Tal-Vashoth. As others began to sit and drink Katari remained standing at the end of the table, not making an attempt to pick up the drink that was ordered for him or order another. He listened carefully, his eyes slowly scanning them, as each of the other members of the group gave their names and some insight onto what their abilities were. All of them seemed to have a purpose to play in the group, someone to rig that battlefield to their advantage, another to work as a vanguard, two rouges to wear down enemies, and a Elf to heal the wounded to get them back in the fire. Nicely balanced for a small group, though if their personalities would allow the to work together had yet to be seen.

Katari looked over to the human woman who had seemed to be praising him, something he did have no experience with. "Yes, I once was Saarebas." He said flatly, though the name seemed to sit sourly in his mouth. "But I escaped from no Homeland of mine nor the Qunari." He said after, seeming to consider the words as he spoke them. "...Much needless blood was spilt in this one's escape. Many young lives returned to dust much to early." He said, his expression hardening even further.

"Is that a Qunari?"
"Damn Oxmen...."
"Maker's wraith, what is it doing here?"
"Do you think he is a scout?"
"Are we being Invaded?"

The murmurings of onlookers, some more discrete than others, filled the city streets' air as the object of their concern made his way through the crowd. Katari scanned the area, which was made easier with him standing a good head and shoulders above everyone else near by. The stern look on his face showed that he was set on a goal, though when it came to Qunari it required a certain finesse to tell one harden expression from another. As his eyes moved from building, to citizen looking back at him in a mixture of fear and hate, and back to building he recalled the instructions he was given from the letter he received from the young red headed woman he owed his life to. "Katari, if you truly wish to repay my deed and help a cause that will prevent the injustices you and so many others have been exposed to please meet with one of my agents in Denerim at the Pearl, he shall be a young Dalish Elf by the name Altha." The letter was short and Katari was sure lady Leliana was more than capable of writing a much more elegant and profound request, but both he and Leliana knew that these simple words were all that was needed to gain his support. Katari was pulled from his thoughts when a wooden sign with the words, The Pearl, engraved into it. The Qunari wasted no time and headed into the building.

As Katari entered the Pearl dirt fell off the large, black leather boots that covered his equally large feet and onto the floor. The Qunari's whole attire in fact seemed to have at least a layer of grime on it, from the dark, tattered robes that wrapped around his body to the battered cloak that was draped over his shoulders. The less than pristine condition of his clothing aside Katari also had a long, slightly bent, stick topped with a piece of metal in the shape of a oval which also had a few spikes erupting from it. Some may guess that this was some bizarre form of mace while others would wright it off as a overly eccentric walking stick, but in fact it was a instrument that saved the life of many a magic user. Yes this indeed was a mage's staff strapped upon Katari's back, one that this Qunari had carried into battle countless times.

It was not long after he entered the building that Katari was approached by the proprietor who held a less then certain look on her face. "Uh... Welcome to the Pearl... Are you here to take part in our services?" She spoke, obviously unsettled by the Qunari's presence.

Katari eyed the woman in front of him for a brief moment, his eyes cold and steely, before speaking in a low and firm tone. "No." After he spoke Katari brushed past the now baffled proprietor and pushed onward into the building, his eyes scanning it's patrons before they fell on a small group of people of assorted races. The Qunari quickly picked out three Dalish Elves among the group, only two of which were male. He then walked up to the before speaking in the same low and firm tone from before. "Altha?" If anyone in the group took the name as their own Katari would proceeded with his questioning, but if they were merely confused he would continue his search of the building.

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