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[liberalum]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Dorian Pavus, Benevenuta Thevenet
RECIPIENT: All
NOTES: Content warning: perpetual indecency.

Oh dear.

[ A "new" presence on the crystal network, in the form of a velvety, fancy masculine voice that sounds a little like a constant laugh is lurking behind each word. ]

Bit of a fixer upper, isn't it? The dining hall is especially rugged. It makes me nostalgic for Skyhold -- you know, back when it was a dilapidated ruin. Nothing like starting from square one.

( likewise, the second voice will not be immediately recognizable to all of their listeners, albeit particularly distinct to those who do know it. Nevarran, feminine, the accent still strong after all this time and about as arch as her companion. There’s a dull thud, somewhere below the crystal they’re broadcasting from, so probably there is some investigation going on, although possibly not in great earnest. )

Is Riftwatch so badly feeling the absence of Inquisition coffers? We’d no idea.

Told you we ought to've robbed the place on our way out. [ --spoken as quiet aside, before the male of the pair directs his attention, ostensibly, back to their shared audience. ] But to the more pressing matter at hand -- when can we expect the staff to come and collect our things? This decade, I hope?

Roomier than Skyhold, I must say. We might have two beds in our quarters, Dorian, the height of luxury. And one for Max. Would you like that, my darling? Would you like a bed of your very own? ( whoever Max is, he does not audibly answer this. Probably he totally would love a bed of his very own.

Then, scrupulously, as she understands that division heads are privy to these discussions, )

We of course did not rob the Inquisition.

Perish the thought! These are my first edition volumes of ancient necromantic spellcraft, early histories of Tevinter magister lineage, and-- ooh, a Chantry-blacklisted volume on demonic possession.

They must be your own, I can’t think what an exalted march might need of them.

You mean, besides kindling. [ Just the slightest hint of grimmer humour. Then, brightly, full of cheer; ] Now, Benevenuta -- what are the chances this little backwater outposting has a library?

[ Maybe he forgot this thing is still broadcasting. But considering it's his thing-- ]

We have the beginnings of a very exciting one, if they don’t. Let’s go look.

Comments

[sulahnan]

We do have a library, but no head archivist, so it's a bit of a mess.

[ much like the dining hall, only instead of debris it's books ]

[ungovernable]

A theme emerges.

[sulahnan]

But the dining hall is a different kind of mess.

[liberalum]

Meaning, you don't so much as have a library, as a room full of random books.

[sulahnan]

Is there a difference?

[okayimin]

[ The voice that answers is brisk, crisp Orlesian tons wrestling with a sprawling Dust Town drawl: ]

As far as I can tell, the selection on mage scholarship is a bit lacking, which is to be expected given the Chantry's blacklist. Given recent events here, I would be interested to see what that book has to say about demonic possession. It's not a condition that I've encountered before.

[liberalum]

It says nothing nice about it, certainly. Once I'm confident there's some sort of loan and borrow system in place, I'll be glad to let these fly free.

[bloodandsand]

[ Another Nevarran accent, though the voice is far more sweet and soft: ]

Ooh, are you from the Inquisition? How very exciting! But whyever are you here?

[liberalum]

Change of scenery. And exalted marches do nothing for my nerves. So much clanging.

[ungovernable]

As he says—

[bouchonne]

I don't know that I've heard Kirkwall described as a backwater outposting before.

[ He sounds amused, rather than offended. ]

[liberalum]

No? Then it's about time.

[heorte]

[ another voice: broad fereldan accent. ]

It's a decent library.

[ compared to no library at all, which was ellis' previous situation. ]

[liberalum]

Define 'decent'. Because the elf said it was a shambles and I'm inclined to trust her implicitly.

silence.

[exequy]

[ Elsewhere in the Gallows, without really thinking about it too consciously, Kostos gets up and locks his door. ]

silence.

[ungovernable]

[heirring]

Is the book on necromantic spellcraft a passing interest, or—?

[Try not to sound a little less keen, Wysteria.]

[ungovernable]

In the sense that one's life work will eventually pass with one's life, we might say so.

[liberalum]

As the lady suggests, we've read it cover to cover. And we have notes.

[indissection]

[ The very sound of someone who is clearly both Nevarran and magical is enough to make Sidony feel sick, but she has to do her duty. ]

I'm afraid they've done their best with what little they had.

[ungovernable]

Never fear, then, we shall pull our weight alongside.

[liberalum]

To whom can we attribute such noble efforts? Yourself?

[windyvoice]

Necromantic is like zombies and stuff, yeah? Can you guys summon the little puffball spirits too?

[ungovernable]

"Puffball" spirits?

[liberalum]

"Puffball" spirits?

[ --in stereo. ]