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[pyrazine]

FORM: Sending Crystal, god help us all
SENDER: Luana Marcos
RECIPIENT: all
WHAT: Someone let her figure this out
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: None

You know, I cannot figure it out. Do we hate magic or don't we? Because Inquisition means something totally different where I'm from and I'm getting real mixed messages around here. Bad enough that some of you think that I'm like. What. A hallucination or something? Don't think I don't hear what you say about those of us who didn't grow up in a place where you got everywhere without a car.

[BUT THAT SAID:]

Okay so two questions.

One: if I say spirit, or, maybe like. Fairy? What do you say in response.

And two: What's the next biggest city around here?

Comments

[hassaran]

I've never had that problem.

Nevarrans raise statues of revered ancestors and national heroes. It's not so strange, they just have more than most.

[bouchonne]

I think they should work a little harder to keep their heroes alive, myself. They're clearly doing a terrible job.

And now fair's fair, my un-shit-besmeared lady. What's your problem with Denerim? Hm?

[hassaran]

The fact that you've nothing to recommend it but the ease of hearing bawdy songs. Any dockside tavern in any city in the world can provide that.

[bouchonne]

A poor argument. Dear little provincial Free Marcher. You haven't even ever been there, have you?

[hassaran]

I have. It's small and dirty, with bland food and nothing worth seeing. Any good-sized port or market town in the rest of Thedas would be more interesting.

[bouchonne]

What a rude little minx you are. What brought you there, then?

[hassaran]

It was clear you would not let the matter rest with polite avoidance of the question.

[bouchonne]

What brought you to Denerim, minx, not what brought you to the answer.