[ It's definitely a video. But at first, it's just of plate-shod boots stomping their way through the water in the Bay, the phone swinging with the person's gait, obviously being held face down in one hand.

That voice, though. It sounds like its owner gargled with hot ash and glass dust. And it's definitely cursing. ]

Min'etuna etunash sal?!

Pala'ga!

[ Though if you've never heard a Thedosian elf cursing... ]

Len'alas lath'din!

[ Man, good luck.

Stomp stomp stomp. Splash splash splash. ]

( Action | Arrival/Near the Bay )

Audio | Open

[ When the audio begins transmitting, the voice, cultured and crisp in accent, is clearly mocking in tone, though it's apparent after just a moment, he's not talking to the network at large.

At first, the his voice is high-pitched, changing tone to something more normal for him at the second line. ]

"Here you are, ser. A pittance to pay your way. Now, if you would, obediently follow this path and use this key to open a door."

"It's that easy is it? Why of course! I'd be happy to! What's the worst that could happen?"

[ He breathes a small sigh before the sounds of the device being shifted can be heard, and when he speaks again, his words are clearly, like he's moved it closer to his mouth. ]

Ah! So it does work. In light of this news, it'd be remiss of me not to introduce myself before I explore this painfully ill-advised avenue.

[ He clears his throat politely. ]

I am Dorian of House Pavus, Altus Mage of the Tevinter Imperium and Ambassador to the Inquisition. If any of that means anything to you, wonderful. I'd be happy to let you know where you may collect me. If not, well, no effort is lost save that which is not attempted, eh?

[Once again, the comms are graced by the lovely Khloe Zhwan, and as always looking looking annoyed and as if she swallowed a bug. But enough about her looks, she seems to have something to say. This time around, less screaming and swearing. Maybe.

She struggles to find the words, her lips and brow crumpling into various forms of upset, while her eats simply twitched up an down.]

Right, so....mmmm....[She holds up her money to the feed, the stack looking a wee bit thinner.]...These things. It's money 'n...I need more of it. But I think I be understanding that, a good number of folks 'round 'ere sort of.....frown on givin' shite-eatin' scrags what they deserve. So, me question is....where can someone like me, get more of this [She shakes the wad of cash.] without steppin' on one's toes.

[So a job.]