Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
There was no recognition in her face. Another thing that didn't surprise him. Her lack of familiarity with his world actually allowed him to relax more, the tension draining out of his shoulders. The tense expression on his face melted into one of neutral acceptance, and he inclined his head to her. "I would be in your debt," he said, turning toward the door when she nodded at it.
He hadn't been run over yet, and he had no intention of tangling with the cars. Following the lead of the humans had kept him alive so far. Though it pained him to be so deferential to them, they knew more about their world than he ever would. It was better to sacrifice pride for survival. Most of the time. "It isn't so difficult as that," he said with a quiet chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "By following the flood of people as it ebbs and flows, I've managed well enough."
But he wouldn't be able to survive in this place unless he understood it. He could feel the magic around him, brushing against his skin and tingling beneath his bare toes, but magic alone wouldn't keep him alive. Especially if there were creatures like templars here, hunting the mages. It would not surprise him if there were, and until he knew the politics he would have to tread carefully.
"You mentioned doors. May I safely assume we can come and go from one world to another through the doors in that..." He trailed off, hesitating slightly. While inns were common in Thedas, there was nothing on a scale as grand as Passages. He could recognize that it wasn't a manor home, but he had no frame of reference for a hotel. "In the inn?" He wished he'd taken the time to dream instead of going exploring.