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FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Solas
RECIPIENT: Everybooooody, yeah. yeeeeah.
WHAT: Rifter Role Call
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Rock your booooody, yeah. yeeeeeah.

All rifters and shard-bearers are required to come and report to me, or Bruce in the healer's tents. You can find me at the base of the library tower.

If you cannot come to see me within the next three days, please inform me immediately, so we can make other arrangements.

Please remember that the shard's magic can be dangerous to both you and those around you - do not disregard my request.

[And then the crystal goes silent.

OOC: BASICALLY everyone with a shard needs to come see Solas. 90% of these will be handwaved, but otherwise feel free to hit me up and ask for deets, reply here with questions, or reply here with action threads. I know there are a bunch of rifters currently on a mission, or elsewhere, so obviously if you don't get this message, you don't get it! But Bruce and Solas will also be actively seeking people out.]

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Here in the Inquisition? [ or does he mean this nation? if there are that many who dislike magic, it can't be that wide, can it? .. well, he supposes he'll learn it all at some point.

he hesitates for a few moments, smoothing at an invisible wrinkle on his robes. ] Well.. we are uncertain at the moment. We suppose that we should begin with-- with basic information about this world. The.. Fade, the Veil.. These are terms that we've heard, but we know very little about. And we should familiarize ourself with the nations the Inquisition has contact with, we suspect.

[ he glances back up once more, and his face heats. ] Our life was very.. isolated until last year, so we fear that our practical skills are somewhat lacking.

Here in the Inquisition. [Sorry, bro.]

[He shouldn't like him. It's against his nature, to approve of nobility, but he can't help himself. Perhaps it is because of his willingness to admit that he isn't perfect.

He, at least, does not pretend to be a god.

And Solas does so like it when people are willing to ask questions and learn.

So he smiles, fondly, and gestures to a chair.]

I can explain some, if you like. Perhaps over tea?

Oh, [ maia breathes, as if he's surprised that a stranger would be willing to take the time to teach him. his ears perk up, and he slides into the chair with as much grace as he can muster. ] Yes, please, if you've the time. We would be very grateful.

[ he lifts gray--almost silver--eyes to the other elf, expression earnest and a little hopeful. he's been lucky thus far, he knows-- first thranduil, now solas, when his strange appearance and gray skin must surely be as off-putting and ugly here as it is at home. ]

We feel that we must apologize in advance for the many questions we will doubtless have, and pray that you will be patient with us. [ he hesitates, ears flattening back once more, a little flustered. ] .. Begging your pardon, but you would not perhaps happen to have paper and pen with which we might take notes?