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[i_am_this]

Dec 29, 2018

Clothing here is ridiculous. Molly sees all sorts of silly gowns and shawls that she never would have dreamed of wearing before coming to this place.

She still doesn't quite dream of wearing them, as a matter of fact.

But she can see herself in them, all the same.

There have been rumors, as she wanders the city now and then, of an upcoming party. And although she's never been to a party before, especially one in a place like Darrow, she decides that if she's going to go to this one, she should at least try to look the part.

What that part is, Molly has no idea. But she heads to the shops to look, all the same.

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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull shrugged his shoulders and tipped his head to get a better look at the woman's ears. "Hard to tell sometimes," he said. "People that look human aren't always human. Too cold for scent to be reliable unless I get closer, and I don't think you'd appreciate that."

[i_am_this]

She sort of stares at him, taking in the words more slowly than she'd normally like.

There's a part of her, not a small part, that wants to argue with him, and demand to know more. But there isn't much point to it, is there? What he is, and where he's from, isn't terribly important. What matters more is what he isn't. And so long as he isn't going to hurt herself or Amalthea, she doesn't much care.

"Alright, then," she says. She sticks out her hand. "I'm Molly."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull accepted her hand, gentle for his size. Her stark resolve to be okay with his existence is kind of charming, actually. She reminded him of barmaids he'd known in Thedas that didn't care who he was or what he was so long as he didn't put his boots on the table.

"I'm the Iron Bull." After a beat he added, "Most people just shorten it to Bull."

Most people didn't ask, they just did it, and it felt reasonable to offer Molly the option.

[i_am_this]

"I see," she says, eying him. "Why 'iron'?" The bull part makes sense. Those horns are rather steer-like, if she says do herself. And 'iron' is certainly better than 'red' in her experience.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Because it's gray, naturally occurring, and can be used as a weapon. Like me." Bull shrugged with a dry smile. "Didn't have a name when I left my people, had to pick something to be called."

[i_am_this]

That's an odd remark, and Molly isn't sure she wants to follow it up. "It's as good a name as any, I suppose," she notes. "Better than most I've heard." She chuckles, thinking mainly, if uncharitably, of Schmendrick.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"I've definitely heard worse. Chad. Sounds like a fish."

Bull wrinkled his nose, then offered a dry smile. "Are you new here, Molly?" He only asked because of how startled she was to see him. Most Darrow residence, natives or otherwise, either knew of him and avoided him or... actually knew him.

[i_am_this]

"A bit new, yes," she admits. She can't help but laugh a little about poor Chad, whoever that is. It does sound a bit like a fish, she thinks. "What about yourself? It sounds like you've had some experience around here."