Eshal is, indeed, the tallest person crowded around the fire. There are a few others, minding their own business, mostly playing cards or dice or discussing their work as they eat. Eshal herself is nursing a mug of something alcoholic, a jug of the stuff sitting before her on the table.
The thing is, she hasn't a clue who 'Miss Jones' is or looks like. Flint just motioned her, and so Eshal figured she'd follow up. 'Joooones?' whispered into the crystal was less a joke, and more joking to cover for the fact that she had no idea if a single syllable would activate the damn thing.
So she keeps drinking, peering over some maps of Tevinter's territory, waiting for the illustrious Miss Jones to arrive.
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switching to prose bc im lazy :*
Date: 2019-09-29 03:59 pm (UTC)The thing is, she hasn't a clue who 'Miss Jones' is or looks like. Flint just motioned her, and so Eshal figured she'd follow up. 'Joooones?' whispered into the crystal was less a joke, and more joking to cover for the fact that she had no idea if a single syllable would activate the damn thing.
So she keeps drinking, peering over some maps of Tevinter's territory, waiting for the illustrious Miss Jones to arrive.