Nanna laughs a little at this, an airy, silvery sound, as her arms cross contemplatively. She had heard of this Inquisitor as well – in these days, it was difficult not to hear of either him or his Inquisition. Though many a tale had named him barbarian for the culture which he descends, Nanna was curious of the man himself that towered above her.
“A promising sign. At least the tales have subdued somewhat over the years.”
Smile remains on her lips, hand raising to tap a knuckle on her chin thoughtfully.
“Perhaps in time a story might be shared,” she responds. “Many of which I have also heard of you. I am pleased to at last make your acquaintance, Inquisitor.”
“I’m curious what you’ve heard of me... last I heard, I’m a barbarian and an insult to your Andrastian faith.” Brennus chuckles softly with a knowing smile, shaking his head as he leans back against the stone doorframe into the grand hall of Skyhold, regarding her with a curious sort of smile that is already bordering on fond. He’s easy to win over by the honorable and just that he comes across.
“But I suppose that’s how all my people are seen by lowlanders. That kind of whispering is no hide off my shoulders.” He gives a respectful nod of his head to the Hero once he’s said his piece. “Pleasure. Let’s share a tale or two over a drink. Then our pleasantries will be done with.”
