A warning

[justice_is_blond]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Anders, Oghren
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: People are being warned
WHEN: Current!
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Oghren. Blue is Oghren, bold is Anders.

[There's a heavy sigh before he speaks; the first speaker, Anders, might be having some serious regrets.]

We've a new Warden, or rather an old Warden returned to the group, and I've a warning to issue: if you're challenged to a drinking contest with a particularly smelly dwarf, do not take it. The Wardens are not responsible for what happens if you decide to ignore this advice. Honestly, your best bet is to steer clear altoge--what are you drinking now?

[There's some bottles clinking together followed by a loud belch before Oghren speaks up.]

You need some better alcohol. This tastes worst than actual piss. Funny color to it too.

That's not... Maker's breath, Oghren, that's not for gulping down! Put the remnants of the potions down and stop messing with them! If you puke or you die, you better do it outside this tent. I'm not responsible for that either.

[There's more clinking as Anders gathers up what remnants he can.]

What are you going on about? That wasn't ale? [There's a pause.] My ancestors fat tits, what was that, sparkle fingers?

Who would keep ale in the healing tents? That was twenty doses of emetic. Now step outside, because you are not going to get sick in here.

[There's now a grumble and some rustling.] Never heard of keeping something good around for pain. Got to have those potions instead. Can't just have a good ale or something stronger. Got to be... [The sound trails off as he heads outside.]

[There's another heavy sigh. Anders sounds like he's already exhausted when he continues.]

Don't challenge him. Just don't. And if anyone listening cares to bring additional ghoul's beard to the healing tents, I'm in need of it.

Comments

[wontforgetyou]

Ah, Church mentioned it when we were talking about food we could introduce at the tavern, maybe. Cosima knew about it too, so I'd wager it's something from Earth. Just something that's after my time, that's all.

[justice_is_blond]

I'll forever be intrigued by your world having a different name than ours. We're both human, but you've Earth and we've Thedas.

Though if you don't have blooming onions and Church and Cosima do, does that mean your Earth is different, somehow?

[wontforgetyou]

Aye, it's odd, isn't it? Think with the onions, though, it's that no-one'd thought to do anything exactly like that yet in my day. I am from a few hundred years earlier than Cosima is, you know. Church, too, although I'm not as sure how long it is there.

[justice_is_blond]

I didn't know.

[There's even a little surprise in his voice.]

So you could be from the same sort of Earth, but simply earlier? Does going home from here, if we find a way to return you, risk messing with the history of their world?

[wontforgetyou]

[This time, it's Jamie's turn to sound a bit surprised - he's not really thought about that before, and it comes through in his voice.]

Ah...don't know, actually. I always thought if there was a way to go back, it'd be to the point where we left, and I wasn't exactly on Earth at the time.

[justice_is_blond]

You... weren't on Earth? Were you in space like Kirk? Does everyone on Earth get to leave their planet?

[wontforgetyou]

Ah, no, I was on the Doctor's planet. I'd not say everyone gets to leave, though. Just...say, how many people have you met that've gotten to do that out of the rifters, anyway?

[justice_is_blond]

I suppose I've not asked that many Rifters. But there's you, Kirk, and then Cosima's world gives me the impression of having a great many scientific... things. They might be in space. It seems like a lot when I'd not thought about other worlds with other people before the Rifts happened.

[wontforgetyou]

That's true enough, I suppose. I'd never used to wonder about that sort of thing myself. Not when I was growing up, anyway.

[justice_is_blond]

Growing up, my concerns were first cleaning out cow stalls and feeding them, and then dodging Templar fists and fury. It's so hard to imagine that there are worlds where people have a life where they can wonder about the stars.