Sam eyes her a second longer, suspicion on every feature. He lets the silence hang a long second; and then he lets out a decisive breath through his nose.
"...Gamgee," he says. "My name's Samwise Gamgee, of the Shire, and more lately, I suppose, of District Twelve. And I mean you no harm." She don't appear much threatened, though, so perhaps it doesn't need to be explained further than that.
What an Inquisitor is, he's sure he doesn't know, nor where Skyhold might be, but that's simply how it is, introducing oneself here - oftentimes it doesn't actually tell you all that much about the folk you're having introduced. But he's glad for the formality, which makes this place feel a bit more civilized, on the whole.
"Now," he goes on, "Finding two people at once who don't have it in for you - I call that good fortune, in this place." He looks between Bayard and Lilah (and, with some uncertainty, at Lilah's glowing hand.) "...Though I do fear we've made ourselves rather easier to spot, standing out here like this."
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"...Gamgee," he says. "My name's Samwise Gamgee, of the Shire, and more lately, I suppose, of District Twelve. And I mean you no harm." She don't appear much threatened, though, so perhaps it doesn't need to be explained further than that.
What an Inquisitor is, he's sure he doesn't know, nor where Skyhold might be, but that's simply how it is, introducing oneself here - oftentimes it doesn't actually tell you all that much about the folk you're having introduced. But he's glad for the formality, which makes this place feel a bit more civilized, on the whole.
"Now," he goes on, "Finding two people at once who don't have it in for you - I call that good fortune, in this place." He looks between Bayard and Lilah (and, with some uncertainty, at Lilah's glowing hand.) "...Though I do fear we've made ourselves rather easier to spot, standing out here like this."