@tolookdashing
From across the courtyard, Loren spies the Tevinter Magister; he stands out to say the least. The precise and preened specimen doesn’t quite fit in here at Skyhold. He certainly was a man of fine taste. Unable to stave off his curiosity a moment longer, Loren’s fingers pluck at the strings of his lute. Needless to say, the eyes of many others find their attention caught by the sound; music, here? Perhaps it’ll attract the attention of a certain Magister too. The notes are light and airy, but jump around in a tricky fashion; something less common than the songs here in Ferelden.















