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Action | Bay and Exterior
[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.]
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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"Yeah, he was an asshole. And now he's inside-out."
Opening a Rift inside a person had been a hell of a finishing move, and it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
"So, I'm going to connect some super obvious dots here and assume we have a mutual friend in Varric."
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He nods again, though there is a sort of fondness in his gaze, his expression doesn't change much.
"We do. You know Varric?" He wonders if Varric ever started writing the books he's been going on about.
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Even the Inquisition, if in a new and more... covert, way.
"A lot of crazy shit, as Varric might put it, went down in Kirkwall after your time. It caught their attention."
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Which was... saying something.
"Or do worry, I guess. Not that it'll do you any good."
Alley, no, that's not helpful.
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"Even still, I find it unlikely they helped. Their only interest in lands beyond their own is the flesh they might harvest there."
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People like Dorian and Krem had been exceptions, not even remotely the rule. There was a lot for Dorian to try to clean up, up there.
Assuming Thedas lasted that long.
Alleyana led the way to the actual bar, and the bartender didn't seem the least surprised to see her, wordlessly moving to fetch something strong.
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Fenris followed along with her as the approached the bar, and didn't seem phased by the tender knowing her or her preferences. While he'd never heard of the particular liquor provided, he could adjust.
"And they believed it."
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"Too true." He took up the glasses and the bottle. He may not be good at many things, but serving drinks he could handle, and for a potential new friend, he wouldn't even complain about it.
"They were stopped, though, I take it?"