"Well, here it is… Kirkwall." Carver swept one arm in a wide, grandiose gesture as they approached the gate.
"It's… hm, bigger than I imagined from your stories." Isethari blinked up at the towering buildings in wonder.
He chuckled, dropping his arm. "I suppose it feels smaller when you've been through every back alley and sewer following your sister around on crazy jobs."
"Seems like an easy place to get lost in, to be honest." Isethari chuckled lightly, shifting her eyes over to Carver. She stepped closer to him, lacing her fingers through his. A small smile curled at the very edges of Carver's mouth and he leaned in a moment, bumping his arm against hers affectionately.
"Where to first?" she asked, looking back toward the city.
"We can go to the market if you like?"
Isethari's features brightened, her ears pricking up slightly. "That sounds wonderful!"
"This way then," he gestured with a small jerk of his head.
Carver gave her hand a gentle squeeze before leading her off into the city and off to the Hightown market. It was only once they'd arrived that Isethari shifted from holding his hand to loosely wrapping one arm around his and leaning close against him.
"Junior? Is that really you?"
Both wardens froze in place, Carver turning first to see Varric a few paces off grinning from ear to ear. He slipped away from Isethari's grasp and she quickly shuffled around him to see who had spoken.
"Andraste's dimpled ass, it is!" The grin on Varric's face grew wider as he strode up to them. "And you have a friend."
Carver groaned slightly, shifting slightly on his feet as he resisted the urge to fidget any more than that. Isethari, on the other hand, smiled cheerfully to the dwarf.
"An'daran atish'an, ser dwarf."
Varric's eyes widened ever so slightly. "Dalish, huh? I bet Daisy would love to meet you, Sunshine."
"No." Carver's voice was short and stern as he cut in, annoyance clear as day on his face. "Not right now," he amended, quickly. Varric gave him a sly smirk regardless.
"Does Hawke even know you're here?" Varric asked, arching a brow.
Carver shook his head. "And I'd like to keep it that way for now." He rubbed his forehead, taking a moment to glance aside at Isethari - who appeared somewhat nonplussed by the situation. He sighed and dropped his hand. "I… how about we come by the Hanged Man tonight?"
"For proper introductions?" Varric clarified. He nodded once Carver agreed. "Deal."
Once Varric vanished back into the crowd, Isethari offered Carver a reassuring squeeze on his arm. She then took his hand and twined their fingers together again, smiling to him.
"Back to shopping?"
"Maker, yes. Please."
With a giggle, she leaned in to plant a swift kiss to Carver's cheek before leading him to a stall that had caught her attention.
