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[Disorientation was not unknown to Fenris. He’d experienced it several times in his past, but never quite in such a way. Uncertain what the pamphlet suggested aside from images of the device included in the box, he grumbled and shoved the pamphlet, the red papers included, along with the phone, into a pouch at his waist and strode through the water without hesitation. He’d faced demons and worse before, and while he was alone, he certainly wasn’t going to allow the weakness of fear show, and the spiked armor and large sword lashed to his back went a long way to help the image along.

When he approached the stand on which Weiss’ Transmission played, he glared at it but did not balk. Magic, then. Of course. He’d never heard of this Genessia, but at least the necklace was familiar. So, their kidnappers have pretty chains, then. It didn’t change what they were and he grimaced at the thought. This was all a grand deception, to be sure, even for a former slave as valuable as himself, so he had no reason to doubt the image witch’s integrity.

Still, as much as it pained him to do so, he needed more information than her repeating message supplied. Surely he wasn’t alone in this place, for this witch would not have seen fit to spend the energy to place this message here for only his benefit, and so he took up a spot leaning against the side of the map booth and would address anyone who happened past.]

You, there. I...require assistance, if you've the mind.

[He’ll not force anyone, but manners aren’t exactly his forte.]

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[He wasn't accustomed to people responding with a willingness to aid those who asked for it without a request for payment first. This place was going to take some getting used to. Of course, if he could help it, he wouldn't have to acclimate long.]

Answer some questions. [He moves from his position against the wall, approaching. His movements are smooth, and while he's short of stature and lithe, the large sword on his back doesn't seem to slow him down. He has strange markings that start at his chin and lead beneath his spiked armor. They're allow visible on his bare arms and feet. The fact that he's not wearing shoes also doesn't seem to phase him.]

Are you a native here?

[Eleanor stood by and allowed him to approach. She wasn't one to be shy, especially when faced with such a battle-hardened looking man. In fact, the markings and spiked armour momentarily reminded her of daemons.

Her own small stature is made for by her two-pronged spear harnessed on her back. While she doesn't expect this encounter to go sour, she'll at least have some method of self-defence.]

A native...? I'm sorry, but I can't say that I am. I'm from the Holy Midgand Empire.

[His large elven eyes pan over her form, taking stock of her weaponry as well as her stance. A warrior, if only out of necessity. He could relate.]

What makes this empire of yours holy?

[What makes it a holy empire? The events of the Scarlet Night three years ago flash before her eyes. She steadily raises a closed hand over her heart.]

It began with the establishment of the Abbey, a righteous organisation built upon a crusade to wipe out the daemonblight, and all the daemons with it in the name of the five Empyreans. I am a Praetor Exorcist with the Abbey who dutifully follows our Shepard, Lord Artorius, into battle against the daemons.

Daemons? [He didn't know much about Andraste and her holy war, aside from the fact they'd failed. Their intention was to destroy the Tevinter Imperium. Severely weakened it? Certainly, but it still reigned, mages still summoned demons in blood magic rituals using the sacrificed blood of their own slaves.]

And you still fight them. Are you any closer to winning?

[At this point, she could lie and take advantage of the ignorance to really set a very high opinion for the Abbey, but she was too much of a good girl.]

Well... It really only just started three years ago with the Scarlet Night. But we are keeping the daemons at bay. So long as we have our malaks, the daemons don't stand a chance.

[A little garnish to the truth never hurt a little. Supposedly.]

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[He looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding.]

Keeping them at bay doesn't mean you're winning. Who has summoned them?

[Because in Fenris' experience, demons have to be summoned.]

[He has a point. So much for making the Abbey sound as great as she believes it to be. If only she had books about Artorius to share.]

...I don't know. No one knows how the daemonblight came to be. The Scarlet Night heralded in our current age of darkness, and we believe our Shepherd will reverse it. That's all I know...

[Fenris is really good at making anything sound more depressing.]

And that belief fuels you on, then? [He shakes his head.] To each his own.

[He takes a breath, looking off down the alien streets around them.]

I choose to focus on more...immediate concerns.

For countless other people, faith may be all we have left.

[She will never forget the loss of everything she cared about.

She caught his gaze and understood.]

Genessia seems to be a good place. It has some questionable individuals, but what land doesn't? Nevertheless, there's no shortage of work or housing.

[She certainly hopes so. She wants out of that shack.]

Blind faith is a blade with two edges.

[And that's all he has to say on the matter for the moment.]

I see. Have you been here long?

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