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[lyriumspecter]

[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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[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alleyana might have argued that everywhere was fucked up, but... she'd seen something of how those ancient Magisters had gotten into the Fade in the first place, reflected in the place itself. So much blood... "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."

[lyriumspecter]

He almost questions what she means by that, but he can puzzle it out well enough without the aid. His markings gave him a similar, if not as violent, means of turning a man 'inside out', after all.

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.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"He was one of the first people I met after stumbling out of the Fade the first time who didn't want to execute me on the spot," Alleyana snorted very faintly, remembering her first encounters with Cassandra for example. "The Seekers dragged him to Haven and then everything exploded, and he stuck around to help fix it. He was just made Viscount of Kirkwall in my time."

[lyriumspecter]

"Seekers?" It wasn't a term he'd heard of before, and it was just as alien as the thought of Viscount Varric Tethras...though he imagined it would make his own ghost stay in the city a bit more comfortable. He wasn't surprised Varric was welcoming when others wanted to take her into custody and potentially kill her. He was good people.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"They're what the Templars started out as, and the Inquisition. A small sect of them were still around in our time, though now they need rebuilding just like everything else."

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."

[lyriumspecter]

Varric did have a way with words, certainly. "Enough to catch the attention of the Chantry, and two sects no one knows of. That's...troubling."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Don't worry, the rest of Thedas is quick to out-pace Kirkwall in crazy."

Which was... saying something.

"Or do worry, I guess. Not that it'll do you any good."

Alley, no, that's not helpful.

[lyriumspecter]

He scoffed, frowning and shaking his head. "If it is this Corypheus you mentioned, it is a madness Thedas brought upon itself for allowing the Imperium to fester like the wound it is."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Corypheus was just the pawn of a bigger threat," Alleyana noted a little wryly, and pushed the door open to a bar that they totally had walked to very slowly, shush. "And that bigger threat isn't from Tevinter."

[lyriumspecter]

Fenris stepped inside the bar blinking as his eyes adjusted to the low light indoors, still frowning.

"Even still, I find it unlikely they helped. Their only interest in lands beyond their own is the flesh they might harvest there."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"A few helped, but you're right about the bulk of the country doing little else but either loudly renouncing Corypheus to save face due to that whole 'we didn't invade the Fade and start the Blights!' thing, or... joining the fanatical Venatori and serving Corypheus directly. He promised to restore them to their ancient glory, so... you know. Fun bunch."

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.

[lyriumspecter]

"My only memories are of Tevinter. I should hope I understand them." At least Magisters and their motivations. Well, at least their corrupt Magisters, which sadly, is most of them.

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."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Of course they did," Alley paid for a bottle and the barkeep passed two glasses across, "fanatics are always stupid. Doesn't matter where they're from or what they believe, they're always stupid."

[lyriumspecter]

That was enough to get a wry smirk from the elf and he chuckled slightly.

"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?"