crystal.

[tensive]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Lukas
RECIPIENT: All
NOTES: Hassling for anyone doing bad science or keeping mummies for fun or whatever, some follow-up on the Fade-touched critters.

My name is Lukas. I'm assisting Research in the upkeep of certain records, and to that end I have a few requests.

Firstly, if you're currently in possession of any dangerous or experimental substances, [ a short and Judgmental pause ], or corpses, it's your responsibility to keep the department current on their status and your intentions for them going forward. If you've got a collection of red lyrium and no reasonable justification for how it being in your hands benefits Riftwatch's ongoing mission, then there's no reason for you to have it. The same applies to any other substances that pose a risk.

Similarly, regarding the recent encounter with unfortunately gifted creatures — if you're in possession of any remains, please surrender them to Research for proper catologing and testing. If you're interested in contributing to said testing, you're welcome to do so in an official capacity, in coordination with Research.

[ Thank you,


jk no thanks you should've been doing this already you chaotic assholes ]

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[saam]

Eheu, pashaar. [Wow, thanks.]

I'll bring it in. It's dead. By the way. It's dead.

[tensive]

Wonderful. That saves us the trouble of killing it.

[ short pause to debate escaping (1) extra conversation while the going's good, then: ]

You're Qunari?

[saam]

[Excuse her she's wrapping Terry in a napkin.]

Was. Was Qunari.

[tensive]

[ terry............. ]

I see.

[ vague but technically diplomatic. ]

And your name?

[saam]

You see.

[She doesn't like the sound of that. It's weird when people don't have questions.]

Eshal Fazon. You got a second name, Lukas?

[tensive]

Just Lukas.

[ No further comment on the other thing, apparently. After a moment, ]

Previously of Kinloch Hold.

[ Not his usual introduction, but now they've both got more than just names. Only fair. ]

I'll be at the library late, but tomorrow's fine if today's inconvenient.

[saam]

I'll be there, hold your cows.

[Or however it goes in Trade.]

[She does show up eventually, with a glowing package wrapped in cloth held out in one hand. Whatever it is, she's not particularly warm to it. The library is big, though, so she just lets out a military-grade (literally) whistle: ] Luuuukas.

[tensive]

[ definitely hold your cows

he could say the same to her when he hears a loud whistle and his name. The front of the library's quiet, but it isn't abandoned. There's a nervous human woman stacking books who gives her a startled look before shuffling off behind some shelves, and then there's Lukas, sitting at a small table and (predictably) going over some papers.

He looks up and gives her a brief once-over, then lifts a hand to draw her attention. ] Here. You're Eshal Fazon?

[ Indoor voice, but he isn't making a big point of keeping things hushed. ]

[saam]

[Eshal waves, amused, as the woman makes her exit. She doesn't register Lukas as Lukas until he speaks and she recognizes the name.]

Yeah. You should get a second name if you want one, y'know. It's easy, and they make people trust you more.

[She says, while plopping the bundle of glowing, slightly soggy crab bits on his desk.]