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FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Kain Ventfort
RECIPIENT: Anyone/everyone!
WHAT: Inquisition newcomer trying out the crystals, getting weirded out
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: If anyone wants to assume past CR, even if it's just acquaintances or vaguely knowing about each other, it's all good with me. (Especially fellow Grey Wardens or Orlesians from noble families).

[The voice that speaks has a light Orlesian accent, it’s definitely something which he couldn’t ever entirely get rid of over the years. He also sounds deeply annoyed. Seriously, he comes here with such good intentions and this is how he’s treated? Sigh. Sometimes he questions his entire life path.]

Is this how you greet everyone who joins the Inquisition? By acting as if you've seen a demon? [To be fair, there was only the one person who'd screamed 'demon' and fled fast. Most people who’d given him odd looks had taken a second glance, then shrugged and moved on, and in a couple cases they even apologized for some sort of ‘mistake’ they’d made. It's apparently clear enough to them that he's not who they thought he was. Still, the more annoying incidents stand out.] I’ve a terrible feeling I’m being put through some sort of initiation ritual. Believe me, I had my fill of such things when joining the Grey Wardens.

For those I haven’t met, my name is Kain Ventfort, and I’ve just come from Griffon Wing Keep to add to your warrior forces. I’ve been looking for a better challenge than I’ve had lately. I’m told I’ll find what I’m seeking here. [Redemption. He’s seeking redemption, and he’s also seeking answers to a very specific problem, but those aren't things he’s about to address in public.] Perhaps even an encounter with a High Dragon someday? What I wouldn't give to see one of them up close...

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[That's unpleasant, and Kain makes a face. Explosions were how he and Cecil ruined that apostate village, explosions and fire...]

A terrible fate. But no one could have known it would happen, as you say yourself. I'm sure they would continue to use such measures, but... everything can be fought somehow. There must be some way.

I hope you're right about that. What we need is to learn more about their methods; with the spymaster's people, perhaps we will learn of how to counter them before returning north. Not all battles are won by force.

You're right, of course. I appreciate our stealthier comrades, just as I do the more diplomatic among us. I for one will look forward to a time when I can charge in and put my sword to use. We must know their strengths and weaknesses, we must form our strategy around that information.

And we will. I refuse to go into battle unprepared if there are alternatives. If we don't make use of the information they collect, we are bound to lose the war overall.

[Garahel looks up and whines at them again, due to all this serious talk. Don't they want to play fetch with him or help him not starve? Inessa sighs and scratches him behind the ears.]

Yes, yes, I suppose we could bring Kain to the kitchen. But if we go there, you will behave yourself. No taking more than what you're given.

They'll undoubtedly give us what we need to take the advantage in this war. Once we have enough information, those of us skilled in force can start planning a truly strategic attack.

[He looks down toward the mabari with an amused (for him) expression. He nods, addressing Garahel.]

I've not been there yet, you can show me where the best food is kept.

[Garahel barks happily and starts them off, eager to show Kain...and get some food for himself, of course.]

Given the abundance of Orlesian forces and guests, you're bound to find many familiar dishes...but there is simpler fare to be had, as well. I know Skyhold is relatively isolated, but we're not lacking for much.

You know me, I'm hardly picky. I've started almost getting more used to whatever can be found while traveling and camping than the sort of things I'd have back home.

[Though there is a certain nostalgia value to cuisine from home, he'll give it that. He disliked certain aspects of it, but there's still a lot he misses.]

I'm glad we're well provisioned, anyway. That's a good sign for our success.

I hope so. Food alone won't win the war, but it will keep up morale and that's also important.

[She shrugs, leading them back down.]

And you know me; as long as there is tea available, I can weather any other hardship.

[Without it, cue one withdrawn and irritable mage.]

Not on its own, but it can often mean the difference between victory and defeat...

[He follows along, giving a faint smirk and a nod in response to her.]

Not even I'm reckless enough to come in between you and your tea supplies.

Good, you recall that lesson well enough.

[Inessa's lips twitch, amusement glinting in her eyes.]

...I'm glad you're here, Kain, truly. I worried for you, lingering in the Western Approach. That entire area felt...wrong, thanks to what the darkspawn did to it long ago. I understand the strategic value of that post, but even so, there's no recovering from that.

Worried? For me?

[As if he's surprised by that notion. Kain does somewhat understand why she'd say that though. After everything that had happened out there, there was a lingering foreboding of sorts. He'd encountered that stupid rift that led to his shard out there too. Even so, the desert areas of Orlais are as much home as the rest of the country, and he does miss it in some sense.]

Well... now that I'm here, you don't need to be so concerned. Though Thedas as a whole has never been entirely safe, anyway.

It hasn't, I can't deny that, but some areas are considerably worse than others. I would rank that among them.

[A small smile emerges as she nudges him lightly.]

And yes, you. Why would I not be? What we do is dangerous, wherever we are. More tha that, Garahel and I agree you have made a fine companion. We have no wish to do without.

[Garahel, waiting for them, barks his agreement.]

I suppose it would make it somewhere on my list of the worst, but its scenery is still some of the more impressive.

[He loves to be at the top of a high cliff and gazing downward at everything far below, the horizon wide open and seemingly endless... With a glance toward Inessa, he quickly looks away, fumbling for words for a moment.]

That's all too true, and I feel the same.

[He's working himself up to it, and though it takes a moment, he finally says what he's been holding back.]

...I've... really missed you.

[Knowing that Kain sometimes struggles to say what's on his mind, at least if it's not about fighting darkspawn or dragons, Inessa is patient with him. Those words bring out a warm smile from her, and she rests her hand atop his arm.]

Likewise, Kain. Now let's make it to the kitchen before Garahel wastes away before our very eyes.

[Kain looks over, managing a small smile for her, appreciative of that gesture. He doesn't get that sort of thing often, but then, there are few he trusts as much as he does Inessa. Or enjoys the company of, for that matter.]

I'm glad to hear that. [He says that quietly and more seriously, before returning to a more normal tone.] Poor unfortunate Garahel. This needs to be resolved at once.

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