[The camera cuts on to a very displeased-looking woman whose nose has been broken many times in the past, and whose face is scarred all to hell. She also happens to have pointed ears.]

Solas. I know this is your doing. And I know you have people who will report that I know.

[Her eyes narrow at the camera.]

This isn't going to stop me.

[She almost turns the feed off, but pauses.]

...If any of my people are here, do me a favor and speak up.

Alright.

[That... is a very thick Irish accent. Not to the point of being impossible to understand, but there's really no mistaking at least the birthplace of the person talking.]

Ye have me. I've not a clue as to what is happening, why it must happen to me, what I've done of late to deserve it nor how to get back, which out of all of these happens to be the most pressin' issue at hand.

I'd be askin' who's responsible for this chicanery, but I'm goin' to assume I won't get an answer, so rather I'm just goin' to inquire somethin' I know I'll get a reply for-

Do I have to wear this God awful gaudy thrift store necklace openly or can I just stick it in my pocket?