A wide angle shot of a wintery scene in the Crossroads, a place in the Fade where a network of mirrors (eluvians) can transport people all across Thedas. In this area, the weather is icy, and patchy snow covers the boulder-strewn landscape. Dwarven ruins and gigantic white crystals flank the eluvian in the background. A small dark-haired man, Lucanis Dellamorte, in swashbuckling black leather, bristling with silver weaponry, walks alongside a massive toppled pillar. Beside him is a large man, Evariste Mercar, dressed in comfortable, casual clothing. Evariste would usually stand more than a foot taller than Lucanis, but because of the uneven terrain, they are shoulder-to-shoulder.
A shot of Lucanis and Evariste as they climb together beside the fallen pillar. Lucanis looks at the carved stone, hands on his hips, as if he's assessing a piece of real estate. Meanwhile, Evariste has an arm through the crook for Lucanis's, and is watching his own footing on the snowy rocks.
Pausing in their exploration, Evariste and Lucanis are pictured chatting beside one of the dozens of towering crystals that dominate this area of the Crossroads. In the background, more fine dwarven craft-work is on display.
An OTS (over-the-shoulder) shot of Lucanis's face as he listens to Evariste talk about mechanical shit, probably. Or horses. Lucanis wears a slight smirk of adoration for this large nerd who doesn't seem bothered by the cold.
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