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[He knows there's a Tranquil with a run workshop in the Gallows. It's talked about in whispers, and the... person... is even on the crystals sometime, but the very concept creeps Thor out. He doesn't like it. He doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to acknowledge it as actually a thing. But he is here to learn, and as it is a thing the South does it's a part of his learning.

That doesn't mean he's hasty in coming in, though. Thor lingers at the doorway for several moments before finally mentally girding his loins and strolling in, trying to exude his usual confident swagger. It's a fairly convincing show that would fool most.]

I hear you do enchantments.

[His voice is too loud. He's off-balance. Thor holds up his hammer as an alibi and focuses on that, and not on the man with a brand on his forehead.]

I was considering seeing about getting this enchanted. I am... I am Thor, of House Asgard.

[Do you introduce yourself to a Tranquil? You wouldn't do someone's house slave, but Thor's already done it.]

[ he smiles before looking up, by now a rote motion. even so, the length of his practice at it doesn't —

quite ease it into natural place. something about its unbroken nature, or the stillness of his eyes. he stands from the little workbench (sets old notes aside, the nature of binding) with hands clasped before him. ]

Casimir, [ formal as the introduction's been, there's little point in exchanging his own surname; no one here uses it. lyov is becoming much as any remnant of hasmal; distant, blurred for distance. a matter to remind itself only when called upon. ] I am a runesmith.

[ he confirms, motions to the hammer. ]

May I? [ there are other matters to discuss, of course. inquisition membership, and payment to be rendered otherwise — they can wait. ] Has it held lyrium before?

[It wants to touch his hammer while wearing that creepy not-quite smile and looking at him with dead eyes.

Thor does not run. But he is absolutely considering changing that in this moment.

After several seconds the desire to leave does not fade, but the reason he's down here doesn't change either. Thor awkwardly holds out the hammer.]

No. It is made with the same metal as my staff, so it functions similarly, but there are no enchantments or magical additions to it yet.

[Please don't let the empty former mage touch him. He doesn't want to know if the Tranquil's hands are icy and clammy like the dead, but he's already imagining that they are. This is a hard reminder of why Tevinter is so much better than the South. They claim to be enlightened, but they're fine with doing this to people.]

You have... [There's no point in asking personal questions here, but the silence is not comfortable.] ...You have enchanted many things?

For seven years.

[ he doesn't take it delicately — impossible, for the weight. casimir isn't a small man, but he rarely has cause to call upon a forge; it's not as though he swings the things about all day. still, it's a careful eye, cautious hands that examine the make, ]

Fine craftsmanship. Is it Dwarven? [ rare, south of the border. tevinter refugees seldom came running with masterworks in tow. ] If your staff has contained its core stably thus far, that bodes well. I assume you've an enchantment in mind.

[Seven years. That is how long those eyes have been empty. And yet there's care in the way the Tranquil handles his hammer, assesses it. Thor's frowning by the time the question is asked.]

Yes. My family has some dealings with Dwarves. One in particular has... [He trails off. Do personal stories even matter to one such as this? By the Old Gods, he's never been quite so off-balance before. It's a good thing there are no enemies of his house watching him here; he'd hate for them to see this weakness. He takes a breath and barrels on to the other question, discarding the story-telling for now.]

I'd like something that enhances lightning. It is the primary element I fight with, and while I am good, there is always better. ...What did you most use? Before.

[So maybe he's curious after all, despite himself. Just a little.]

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