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[slaveking]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Marcel Gerard
RECIPIENT: Public; any and all interested
WHAT: A Rifter would like to futilely inquire as to the incomprehensible physics of Rifting and seek actually unavailable instruction w.r.t. how to get the Hell back home, please and thanks.
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Maybe P3-13 for language? If somebody gets emotional!

Good morning, Thedas.

[By now, the name of the world sounds comfortable enough in his mouth, but his accent is likely remains somewhat Other, cutting the consonants of his deep voice.] My name is Marcel Gerard. In the world I come from, magic is a secret pretty well-hidden from humans, and the full strength of abominations waits every month on the full moon. [Sorry, werewolves. Somebody hates you.] We also have horseless carriages, ballet, instant coffee, and the Internet. The world is called New Orleans. If you know what any of that means, we should talk.

And if you don't, you might be just the person to help me get home. You got thoughts on how to prolapse a Rift? I want to hear 'em. Talk to me.

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[slaveking]

[What if we get bugged, Marcel wants to say, but that seems like a profoundly anachronistic concern to have. Besides, with compulsion at his disposal, he can handle most security concerns easily enough. The question is only getting away with it.

Easy answer: even more compulsion!]

I can look into it, [he offers.] I'm looking at doing some day labor, maybe see if they'll let me help with the numbers too. [Already, he's figured out that having an education is rare in these parts; an asset he intends to capitalize on.] Can I ask who your friend is, the one who saved you?

[foxsays]

[Please don't get them into trouble - or at least look at the cells. Because that's going to be one cold and wet climb before sliding right down the mountain.]

Keep in touch, I'm usually around doing whatever needs doing. [Translation: scaring people on the battlements running errands or getting under the feet of the kitchen staff when she's not in the tavern.] As for my rescuer, her name is Korrin Ataash, trust me, you can't miss her. [No one can miss a mage or a tall grey horned person after all, certainly not one as striking as Korrin.]

[slaveking]

[Marcel parses 'whatever needs doing' correctly. Odd jobs. He got a lot of drifters through New Orleans doing the same.] Thanks. Good to know who the allies could be, when we got this many people trying maybe to burn us at the stake.