"Just so. Fortunately for us, both templars and mages reside in the same place, the fortress by the water. The locals call it 'the Gallows'."

She closes her eyes, sorting through memories - 

"I don't much like the idea of making mages Tranquil. Perhaps we will find some yet free who would like to join us in a little uprising."

"A mages' rebellion is a great fear of many. There is a country to the north which is apparently ruled by mages."

"I do so love granting people their fears."

"To the Gallows, then?"

"To the Gallows!"

Off they set. The streets are more crowded in the daytime, and they can even see a few pointy-eared elves dressed in servant's clothes scurrying about.

The Gallows is only accessible by water, and they're in Hightown now. To get there conventionally, they'll have to pass through the markets to Lowtown and thence to the docks, to take a ferry over.

"I can go effectively invisible and walk on water. I'm unsure if I'd rather go through the markets or over the rooftops, right now. You?"

"Not having consumed the mind of a native, I believe I will walk, to further familiarize myself with the world."

"Alright! Getting to know new people's always fun..."

Hightown and Lowtown are separated by a set of stairs and a pair of gates. The streets of Lowtown are significantly less well-maintained than those of Hightown. There aren't any pigeon corpses, but one suspects that that's only because the residents would have claimed them as food. There are a lot of people in Lowtown, and all of them are ragged and worn down.

"I would hate to see the alleyways."

"Indeed. I have no idea what it is with nobles and not taking pride in their cities - if you're going to bother with laws at all..."

"Gives them something to feel superior to the commoners over- at least they don't live in filth."

One of said commoners brushes past the pair and bumps into Hisame. He takes the opportunity to sneak a hand into her pocket in search of a coinpurse.

She carries everything that isn't a fairly commonly used weapon in tattoo seals, so.

She twists, grabbing his wrist and leaning into his space - her other hand liberating him of something from his own pockets as she does so. "Now, that wasn't very smart, was it? You should practice sizing up your mark a bit better, hm?"

"Ack- Lemme go! Sorry, all right?"

She dangles whatever she stole in front of him. Looks boring to her, but maybe valuable to him. "You're fortunate I have somewhere to be. I'll be keeping this, though." And throwing it in the gutter. She still doesn't let him go, her grip like iron.

He makes a grab for it with his free hand. "That's my lucky ratknife, come on!"

She grins.

"Very well."

It goes through his foot.

"Andraste's TITS you fucking bitch-"

He still has his second-lucky ratknife. He makes to grab it out of its pocket and swing it at her face.

"Oh, that's not nice or smart."

She lets him get the knife out, then grabs his other wrist, swiftly pressing on pressure points that should force someone untrained to open their hand.

His hand pops open.

(They've accumulated a small clear space, but no one's lingering to watch.)

"If you want to keep your hands, I suggest apologizing very profusely to me."

"Shitting darkspawn whore Maker-blasted goatsucker-" He's too busy cursing to apologize.

"I'm starting to think I might do the world a favor were I to remove you from it."

(She applies just a sliver of killing intent. If it hasn't occurred to him to be afraid, that she's dangerous - well, it should now. Usually she doesn't bother with such brute force methods, but this idiot seems rather too dumb to learn his new position without more of a detour than she's in the mood for.)