We wait for trains that just aren't coming.

[dreadinquisitor]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Maxwell
RECIPIENT: Gavin, and then Open
WHAT: Maxwell heard a rumor, but hopes it isn't true
WHEN: After Gavin's failed jailbreak and subsequent arrest
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Failed jailbreak for reference.

[He doesn't sound all that different at first. An edge perhaps, a strange hitch in his breath. But he was hopeful, at first. Surely it was some mistake. (Someday, he'd stop hoping in such things.)]

Gavin? ...Gavin, if you can hear me, please answer. I need to speak with you.

...Gavin?

[The realization is apparent, changing his voice as the moments go by.]

Gavin, please.

Gavin?....

[Then, one last, desperate effort. Maybe he was busy stringing up goats again, or trying to drink a Qunari under the table, or... anything.]

If someone is with Gavin, and he can't get to his crystal, but you can, please let me know he's alright.

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[the_effect_she_has]

What? Why?

[A pause.]

He's ... not with me. Maybe he's in his tree?

[dreadinquisitor]

Katniss? I was coming off my shift when I heard the guards talking....

[And the worry was setting in, clear in his voice. There was the sound of movement, of a door opening and closing. Maxwell was on the move.]

Gavin might be in trouble.

[the_effect_she_has]

... What kind of trouble?

[There's the sound of her shifting, getting up, throwing on boots and then a door opening.]

Creators be damned, he would pick the time when Harding is out on a damned scouting mission.

[dreadinquisitor]

[A pause. The sound of boots on stone as Maxwell made his way down into the courtyard.]

Someone tried to break out Lady Galadriel, the rifter. There's been an arrest.

[the_effect_she_has]

... He didn't.

[Panic flares in her voice, then anger.]

Oh That Creators Be Damned -- why? Why would he do this? What changed in the last 24 hours?

[el_tybs]

Maxwell, what is going on?

[Hearing the slight panic in Max's voice is concerning. More so because he was trying to contact Gavin and apparently the elf wasn't answering. Had Gavin not talked to him like he had promised.]

[dreadinquisitor]

I don't have all the details yet, but it sounds like Gavin's in trouble. Enough trouble to get himself arrested.

[el_tybs]

[He heard that correct, right? Arrested?]

... Arrested? Please tell me he didn't do what I think he might have done.

[dreadinquisitor]

I would if I could, believe me.

[A moment as he lets out a long breath, his shoulders sinking as he stands alone outside the prison.]

He got caught trying to free Galadriel.

[el_tybs]

He did what?

[There might be a moment of Sam pulling the crystal away to swear softly.]

How- why-

He's locked up in the dungeon now I take it?

[samahl]

What-what happened?

[dreadinquisitor]

He's been arrested. Apparently he tried to take matters with Galadriel in his own hands.

[The words were clipped, not so much with anger as the brisk pace at which he moved, boots tapping off stone and he climbed up from the lower courtyard.]

I'm on my way to the cells.

[samahl]

Fenedhis.

Let me know how he is. If they hurt him. Please?

[dreadinquisitor]

Of course. Katniss - do you know her? She's helping to let everyone know.

[A beat as he climbed the last few steps and started across the upper yard.]

What does that mean-- fenedhis.

[He liked the sound of it. It sounded fitting to his ears.]

[samahl]

I do know her. Thank you.

[After a pause.] It's a colorful expression of displeasure.

[arlathvhen]

[ Well, this is awkward. No one had told Maxwell yet? Well. Responsibility time. ]

Yes, well, see. There's, um.

There's been an...incident...

Where Gavin, perhaps, made a few errors in judgement.

We can't see him. Or talk to him via sending crystals. I've tried. And letters are useless, unless you are particularly skilled at drawing.

[dreadinquisitor]

If by incident you mean attempted to free Galadriel himself, the hard way.

[He's heard now, Beleth. Worry not.]

And I've heard. I just had a - rousing discussion with the guards.

[arlathvhen]

I apologize for my lateness to inform you. I've been, um. Occupied.

[ Two of her clan have been RABBLE ROUSERS and everything is terrible. ]

Unfortunately, due to the severity of Gavin's crimes, there's not a lot we can do. I'll try speaking to the advisers, but, I mean, he did...try to free someone imprisoned. But we'll work on it, don't worry.

[dreadinquisitor]

But would he have gone this far if this had been addressed appropriately from the beginning?

[He pushed out a breath.]

But thank you, for thinking of me. And I plan seeing the advisors as well.

[arlathvhen]

I hope you have better luck addressing them than we have. I suspect that your word will carry more weight than ours.

We've been trying to address the issues concerning Galadriel, but our protests have fallen on deaf ears. But maybe, [ Hint. ] if we had more people concerned than just us, [ Hint hint. ] then our voices would have been harder to ignore. [ Hint hint hint. ]

Either way, I wish you luck.

icly belatedly as well as oocly hi

[byblow]

Any word?

hello! :3

[dreadinquisitor]

[A heavy, tight breath.]

Not much.

All I can say with full certainty is that Gavin has been arrested and is currently being held, but they aren't letting anyone speak with him, and they aren't giving any details.

[byblow]

Wonderful.

[ He sighs; less audibly, he's scrubbing his hair with his fingers. The Wardens are on very thin ice—metaphorically, literally they're on very thick ice, out in Camp Shady—and Leliana is angry with him already and it's incredibly annoying to be this helpless about something he could, any other year, easily do something about. ]

You're—Maxwell, right? [ The Diplomatic Crisis. ]

[dreadinquisitor]

Yes... [It wasn't surprising that a stranger recognized him. Gavin was popular, and liked to chat.] Maxwell Trevean.

You?

cries sorry I lost this one

[byblow]

Alistair. I think we—the Wardens, I think we've used up all of our leeway for the time being, unfortunately.