introductions

[outil]

FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Thane Krios
RECIPIENT: Any and all
WHAT: Introductions
WHEN: An unusually and brief calm moment.
WHERE: Technically Kirkwall, but location is irrelevant to recipients.
NOTES: N/A

[When this new voice speaks, there is a slight reverb to it, not sounding quite right.]

A curious thing, these crystals. But most certainly a revolutionary tool. I commend whomever created it.

In any case, I felt it necessary to introduce myself. My name is Thane, and I have been assigned to the Scouting division. I wish to make myself available, should you need me.

In addition, I understand there are some studying the red lyrium. If I may, I wish to speak to those on that project. In person, preferably. The topic is delicate in nature.

Thank you for your time. Maker be with you.

Comments

[outil]

That would be appreciated. I will stop by before the sun sets today, if that is acceptable?

[aceso]

That would be, yes.

[ And she gives him directions to her office in the Gallows' central tower. ]

I know you said you wished to speak to all of us, but I hope you will be willing to discuss the matter with me before I assemble everyone?

[outil]

I think that would be wisest in order to prepare your team.

I will come, and explain. The rest is up to you.

wanna skip ahead to their meeting?

[aceso]

All right. I will see you later, then.

yes please! | action;

[outil]

[As promised, Thane makes his arrival before Christine's door. He does not let himself inside, though in many ways he could.

Instead, he knocks thrice before announcing himself:]

It is Thane.

[aceso]

[ It's appreciated. No one wants an assassin sneaking in, even if it's just to talk. She answers the door promptly and ushers him inside. Her office space is small, with only a tiny slit of a window to let out the candle smoke. But it has a desk and two chairs so she can seat a guest. ]

Please, have a seat.

[ She closes the door behind him and moves to take her seat behind her desk. She already has a hunch as to what this concerns, but she's hoping she's wrong. ]

[outil]

You have my gratitude for sparing your time for me. I shall get to the point.

[After a bow of his head, the elf takes a seat. It's taken time, but he's accepted his position. He does not have any expectations.]

Sometime ago when I was first arranged to join the Inquisition, I was submitted to a mission to free men from the Red Templars. I was successful, mostly, that is until they managed to catch me for a brief time.

Though I escaped, I am not unscathed. There is red lyrium inside me, growing first in my lungs. I know it will kill me one day.

[aceso]

[ She listens with concern written across her face, nodding as he tells her what she worried would be his reason for coming. ]

I am afraid that for all our research, we cannot remove red lyrium from a person, no. I am sorry.

[ But he's already accepted this, so she knows he wasn't coming here specifically for a cure. ]

But if I can do anything to help you, please ask. I will do all I can. I am also a Spirit Healer, and can help ease any pain for a short time.

[outil]

Do not apologize. I would not expect such a procedure.

[He smiles politely.]

That is all that I could ask for. And if, somehow, by studying me can assist you in your research, I will welcome it.

[aceso]

Such a thing would be so incredibly helpful to our cause. And I promise I will not take your generosity for granted. You will be treated with respect by my team, and we will be thinking of your comfort first.

[ She's got a good team assembled, so she's not too worried about them stepping out of line and treating Thane like he's only an experiment. ]

May I ask how long you have been infected?

[outil]

I do appreciate that. Despite the occasional rumor, I've not been given any impression of foul play by the Inquisition. You will have my full cooperation.

A few months. I did not notice at first, but there are times in which it is harder to breathe.

[aceso]

And is it just your lungs that are giving you problems currently? Do any joints feel stiff or achy?

[outil]

Not at this time, no. Though I do have one concern. I do not know if you can answer this.

If there is a way of knowing how long I have before it kills me. And if there is also a way of knowing how long I have before it drives me mad.

[aceso]

[ Her brow furrows slightly and she shakes her head no. ]

We have some Red Templar prisoners, but they are hardly forthcoming with information such as that. I will say that the Gallows is littered with my team's cleansing runes, which keep red lyrium from growing and destroy it when used on a weapon. Perhaps being here in proximity to it will slow its spread.

[ Now she lifts her eyes to the ceiling in thought. ]

All I can do is give you an estimate. The madness... it will come late in the infection's spread. Perhaps six months, perhaps a year. I am sorry I cannot give you more, but we have never had a patient in the early stages to study.

[outil]

Yes, they are very resilient in sharing anything. Something I have also discovered.

Hm. If that is the case, then it is fortunate that the Gallows is primarily where the Inquisition is. I am open to looking into testing with the cleansing runes, if it comes to that.

[Calmly, Thane nods to her, not appearing to be dismayed that the conversation topic.]

No, that is quite all right. If anything, at least my being here can be a benefit to your research so you know how to assist others.

[aceso]

It is my hope that no one else be infected by this horrible thing, but if they are, I believe you can help.

[ Hopefully that's some small comfort. ]

Would you like to meet with my team sometime soon?

[outil]

Then I do not regret my position. If the Maker wills it, I am here to ensure no one else will be infected. Perhaps even the Red Templars will be helped.

[For him, it's acceptable. He would rather have his death not be so meaningless.]

Whenever is convenient for them. I welcome it.

[aceso]

Perhaps. It is something we have been looking into, with no success just yet.

[ She lifts a leather-bound journal from her desk and flips quickly through. ]

Let me see... would the afternoon of the fifteenth work? We have a team meeting that day.

[outil]

Then I pray that I may be able to help in that regard, for the time that I have left.

[He nods.] Yes. That would be fine. I will be sure to inform my superiors of that day. I am certain that they will understand, considering my circumstances.

I am at your disposal.

[aceso]

Excellent. In the meantime, is there anything I might do for you? Any questions I can try to answer?

[outil]

No, but I am grateful for your time. If there's anything that I can do in return, simply let me know.

[aceso]

I will. Thank you. I do hope there is something we might do for you to help, but only time will tell.

[outil]

Please do not feel any pressure on that regarding me. All of my affairs are in order. Whatever comes, the Maker has planned.

For now, I give my thanks. I won't continue to take up your time.

[aceso]

Then I wish you a good day, and we shall be in touch.