"No one watches the rooftops," the Viper said, glancing over at Tarquin before focusing his gaze back down on Dock Town's bustling streets. It was a humble place. Petty and corrupt like most of Tevinter, but humble.

"Right," Tarquin replied, either disinterested or simply not buying the Viper's excuse for playing the part of fancily-dressed gargoyle. "We're not gonna help anybody from up here, though. Should probably check back in at the Shop, see if Neve's dropped any new leads off."

The Viper hummed. Tarquin was right, but... there was something about the tranquility of standing up here and watching life be lived. It would be nice to get out of the constant rain, though. The Shop- the mostly-secret "home base" for the Shadows in Dock Town- would be warm and dry, food would be available, a mabari dog would be waiting to be petted. He'd probably go in through the pawn shop at the front, check in on Lorelai just in case she heard any gossip.

"I'll meet you there. I have a couple of things I want to check in on first." He stepped away from the edge. "I'll be back before you're scheduled for the glory of paperwork with the Templars. We'll talk about any leads Neve might have brought."

"Looking forward to it," Tarquin said, giving a nod and farewell before heading back down from the rooftops.