If you know to look down, if it's not too busy, if you're not in a city full of fucking dwarves. But it's Kirkwall, and it's got dwarves down to the buried slave bones, and when all's said and done it's spying birdshit on a buoy to spot him out here.
But he is here: Halfway between a stall and the steps, and a head above the tattooed woman at his side.
"Hey," Waved over. "Hey, Naca. This is the guy I been telling you about."
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If you know to look down, if it's not too busy, if you're not in a city full of fucking dwarves. But it's Kirkwall, and it's got dwarves down to the buried slave bones, and when all's said and done it's spying birdshit on a buoy to spot him out here.
But he is here: Halfway between a stall and the steps, and a head above the tattooed woman at his side.
"Hey," Waved over. "Hey, Naca. This is the guy I been telling you about."