Thomas smiled and waved hello. "I'm Thomas, this is Leana," he introduced. "It's nice to meet you too and I hope everything is going well for you both." He looked curiously between Spencer and Bellara. "Who's Rasha?"
Thomas let out a sigh, shooting Leana a look. She'd definitely stay in the Fade if anyone let her. He followed Spencer's lead, looking around a bit more curiously now, more relaxed. "Have you been to many weddings? This is our first, but this seems very different from the norm," he chuckled.
"Two days? Do weddings normally take that long?"
Thomas returned Spencer's smile, relaxing a bit at the mention of the other Shadows. "I'd believe it. It looks like half of Thedas is here," he commented, looking around the crowd for any familiar faces. His ears twitched at one of Spencer's answers, and he looked back, confused.
"They did," he agreed, staying close. "Do you know Cole or Bellara? We've never met."
Thomas led Leana through the venue, keeping hold of her hand so she wouldn't wander far. They were surrounded by strangers, and it kept them both a little on edge. They were both in green: Thomas in a dark green and black, and Leana in a pastel dress.
He looked over and she nodded in agreement. "If I find any more, or if I notice anything on any of the containers, you'll all be the first to know," he promised.
Thomas squeezed her hand back and picked up where she let off. "We're here to follow you and help, so however you want to do it, we're behind you." He nodded in thanks to Arian and Spencer. "I'm happy to keep climbing up to the rooftops and looking. Leana can keep an eye out down here."
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I left it where the Crows told me to for them to for them to deal with." He didn't know all the details of what the poison did, and he didn't care to either. All he knew was it needed to go away. "I'll keep looking," he promised. He'd help however he could to find their friend.
They'd just reunited with Ivy, and now she was missing, in Maker knows how much danger. He took Leana's hand as he exited the Alley, looking around regretfully at the group. "I'm sorry, no. I found some of that... Qamek? In little vials on chimneys.
Thomas shook his head at Leana's question, making his way over. He'd been looking around while everyone had fought. He wasn't so prideful to think he could take on the Antaam, and the other three Shadows more than had that covered. Fear and frustration ate at him.
"We're staying with Vanya but- no, we don't have any plans." His ears drooped as he spoke, looking down at his chest - not away from him altogether, but he couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes just then.
Then he asked Thomas those questions and he found himself mirroring him, the smile falling away. He looked away, wrestling with shame and uncertainty inside.
"We- ...no. After Weishaupt- then Lavendel, we-" He blew out a frustrated breath, squeezing his sister's hand unconsciously.
Thomas smiled when Spencer talked about his work, glad he took such clear pride in it. He leaned a bit closer to hear him as the play continued.
Thomas looked confused for a moment when he stopped talking, his demeanor growing more serious.
The whole thing made his stomach turn, but he'd meant what he said, he was glad people like Spencer were helping. Curiosity became plain to see on his face as something occurred to him.
"Do the Shadow Dragons have a lot of elves, then? It'd make sense - to work with the people who helped you."
"That's important too though. You still help people," he insisted. He smiled a little sadly at Spencer's next statement.
"Exactly like that. I'm glad you were there to free them." The North might be better for Leana as a mage, but he hated how deeply rooted the slave trade still ran.
Thomas looked between the new woman and Leana. He could tell she was nervous, so he held off on replying to their offers just yet. He squeezed her hand back and nodded his head in greeting.
"I'm Thomas," he said, waiting to answer Leana and introduce herself as well.
Thomas listened attentively as Spencer explained, nodding along. That made much more sense to him than what he'd thought of. "What do you do?" He asked, wanting to know more about him.
He smiled when Spencer mentioned his friends, mood lifting once more. "Have you known them for very long?"
Do you have close friends like that in the Shadow Dragons?"
His energy dimmed a bit at Spencer's next comment and he shrugged a shoulder.
"Leana and I moved to Weishaupt when we were ten. We didn't meet Ivy until we were older." He smiled then, remembering some of the things they'd gotten up to. "But yeah, once we did- it was a lot better.
Thomas nodded. That made sense, but- he frowned a bit, mind caught on a thought.
"That makes sense but... isn't the Shadow Dragon's business *people*?" He shook his head. "Sorry. I'm sure it's fine. I just- don't really know much about what either of them do, I guess."
Thomas stuck his tongue out back. He turned to Arian with a grin at his direction.
"You think *I* can stop her?" He snorted, following along and listening to Leana ask him even more questions, adding a few of his own.
"Do you get to visit Treviso often? What's it like being a Shadow Dragon?"
But his next question distracted Thomas from the thought as he grinned, happy to talk about his friend. "She is...was," he confirmed, remembering the news about the calling. "And I'd like to think so. We've been friends since we first met at Weishaupt. She's close to Leana too."
They seem like... they seem very different."
It was dark, but he caught Spencer's glance down at his clothes and back up again. Thomas definitely hadn't been blind to how good Spencer had looked in his suit, even if it blended in with the shadows now. Was he...?
Thomas kept his attention on Spencer as he spoke, not trusting himself to retain the information should he turn back to the stage. He tilted his head slightly at his answer, confusion clear on his face. "What does a liason between the Crows and Shadow Dragons do?
To his right sat Spencer, silently watching the stage with everyone else. Curiosity about the other man getting the better of him, he leaned closer to speak in a low voice, so as to not disturb the other attendees. "Do you know someone performing? We're a long way from Minrathous."
