Alright. Took a bit of time, but I've finished it now.

If there be anyone interested in magical arts, spell craftin', wards, magic books and various magicians pariphinalia, I've got a shop now in the Glades.

Cloak and Dagger, for anyone who'd like an item. Tis but a small place, but it houses well enough what's needed at a fair price, and all of it be hand crafted. None of this garbage plastic skulls and red food dye in Sprite shite.

And if I hear but a single complaint what about this white collar clashin' with the shop, you're more than welcome to come by and tell it to me face. I'll be waitin' for ye.

Who: Genjyo Sanzo and Alleyana Lavellan
When: About a week after everyone's cured.
What: The destruction of evil, possessed animatronics, drunkenness, and some good old-fashioned arson. What else do you expect two religious icons to do in their spare time?
Where: Attleton - Happy Heights Amusement Park - Froggy Fezboar's Dining Adventure
Warnings: Violence and cursing and creepy FNAF animatronics trying to bite faces off.

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It took over an hour of hard labor, but Alleyana managed to dig every scrap of flammable plant material and debris away from the dilapidated diner.

She stabbed the shovel into the fresh-churned dirt in front of the cursed building, and took a moment to rest, surveying her work. There was now a ten foot radius of just dirt around the building in most places, down to five along the sides due to sheer lack of space. But hopefully, it would be enough.

The Inquisitor nodded to herself, and then pulled her phone from her sash to make a phonecall. Thankfully, she'd learned how to make it dial with her voice, so she didn't have to take off her gauntlet or the glove beneath it to push buttons.

"Call... asshole," she told it.

And so it did.

[Video]

[On the screen a young woman's face appears as she looks down at the device curiously.]

If it's not noticeable, I'm new here. I get the gist of what's going on for the most part. I'd like to get my priorities straight and get a job as soon as possible.

[She then winks and smiles at the camera]

So who what's to hire me~?

[Action]

[Anise is out and about exploring the area to get herself familiar with it.]

[ waking up in a strange place with no recollection of how he got there? must be tuesday.

he's already heard the long speech from the hologram, read up on how to use this weird-ass phone, and successfully wandered around the city for a solid two hours before making an appearance on the network. ]

Hello, my name is Hawke. I'm going to spare you all the lost and confused newbie bit and cut right to the chase:

I need a drink. Or ten. If anyone can direct me to the nearest tavern, I would appreciate it. [ there's too much shit happening at home, too much shit happening here, and he does not want to deal with this right now. he'll figure his shit out later when he's good and drunk. ] The seedier the better, and if anyone wants to join me - you're more than welcome to. Less pathetic if I'm not drinking alone.

[ he looks ready to end it there, then quickly adds: ]

Also, if any of my fellow Kirkwallers (Kirkwallians? Kirkwallites?) are here as well, try and get a hold of me on this thing. ... And try not to break anything.

[ HAWKE OUT. ]

What strange notion would have made Satori take the air, like this? 

It's a rare sight to see the mind-reading and semi reclusive Guardian out and about. Much less finding herself on a rather high point in Fayren. Such heights reminded her of home, just as the depths of the earth did. An intrepid observer, or merely someone who has caught sight of this oddity might notice several other curious things. Satori can be seen drinking out a flask. Of what she might be drinking, it's clear that it's warm and steaming out of the inside of the container. Upon closer inspection, she's also curled up in what appears to be a heavy quilt. 

And that's to say nothing of the veritable spectacle of the dour youkai surrounded by a veritable Disney Princess's worth of friendly animals, some of them curled by her lap, her feet and her sides. The look of her face suggested otherwise. She wasn't going to sing about how she wanted more. She was fine as she was, thank you.