[Sadira spent the better part of her morning being nervous as she did her best to prepare herself for what was bound to be an unusual event. Images of Shipwrecks came to mind as she made her way to the Herald's Rest. Dressed in her best robes, there was no mistaking her for anything other than a mage (or perhaps a mage enthusiast), though she left her staff behind. In the off chance that he would arrive fashionably late, she had in hand a book she was reading. Twice now she had almost changed her mind. It would have been easy to keep going to the Library or the garden. But no, she'd agreed to this, and so she was committed. At the very least it would be interesting to meet one of the people who had taken Skyhold by storm the previous day.
As she entered the Tavern, there was a momentary pause while she let her eyes adjust before scanning the room. Instinct told her to look for the most cocksure person in the place. It was a bit of a guessing game as she narrowed down possible candidates based on their dress and general demeanour. Finally, she spotted someone she could only assume was him at a table near the fire, looking exactly like she suspected he would. And if it was not him, well then, again, this was going to be interesting.]
More than welcome to!
As she entered the Tavern, there was a momentary pause while she let her eyes adjust before scanning the room. Instinct told her to look for the most cocksure person in the place. It was a bit of a guessing game as she narrowed down possible candidates based on their dress and general demeanour. Finally, she spotted someone she could only assume was him at a table near the fire, looking exactly like she suspected he would. And if it was not him, well then, again, this was going to be interesting.]
Messere de Foncé I presume?