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FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Adalia (and dragon son Charis)
RECIPIENT: Errybody
WHAT: Don't kill the dragon! Adalia can make you stuff! She has welcome packets for new rifters! HUZZAH!!!!
WHEN: Day after the Rifters show up
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: I don't have actual ooc writeups for the welcome packets. Yet.

( the voice that comes over the sending crystal has quite a bit of pep, though it may be manufactured pep. either way, the girl sounds energetic. )

Hello Inquisition, and hello especially to all the new Rifters who showed up yesterday! My name is Adalia, and I have a few points of order I wanted to let everyone know about.

First off, you will periodically see a baby dragon out and about in the Gallows! That would be my charge, Charis. Say hello, dear.

( there's a trilling call from the crystal this time, the sound going up and down in pitch — like an imitation of the word "hello" from a creature who can't actually say it. )

Please don't try to kill or otherwise harass him. He isn't a native dragon, I brought him through the rift with me as an egg, and the dragons where I'm from are both intelligent and rather friendly! He'd love to meet you, if you come say hello in good faith, and I promise you will not leave the meeting worse for wear.

Secondly! I have welcome packets for new Rifters I've been working on. They aren't particularly fancy yet, but included is a glossary of terms you need to be familiar with in order to carry on conversation here in Thedas, a map of the world as it is currently understood, and a short introduction to the various factions and politics at play at present. In the future I'll try to do more, but it's only been two months since I got here so this was as much as I could get done when I'm making the things myself. If you would like one, please stop by the Gallows library, look for the lady with curly blonde hair accompanied by a dragon, and simply ask! I will provide.

( a clapping noise, and she sounds even more excited now. )

Lastly, and most excitingly personally, I've figured out how to make a couple of the things I could make in my home here in Thedas! If you have need of a sleep aid, perimeter alerts, or a hangover remedy, I'd be happy to provide, either for money or trade. Feel free to find me in the library or get in touch with me over crystal if you're interested!

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Of course I meant it, why would I say it otherwise?

( people need to stop calling her kid a pet, boy howdy. charis looks up at julian, down to his hands, then up again, confused — he has nothing in his hands, what is he doing? clearly, he needs snow. charis mashes the ball he was busy rolling onto his snowman, then gathers up a bunch of snow in his hands, packs it tight, and dumps the ball in julian's hands. there, now you have something to roll. )

Well, if you knew some of the people I do, you'd learn to be wary when they say their little Schnookums is the smartest little thing you ever did see! And then you see a poor cat so inbred it's cross-eyed and drooling.

[ But that's neither here nor there. His face lights up in delight as the dragon gives him snow. It seems like Charis is some sentient species in Adalia's world. Fascinating! ]

Thank you! [ He starts smoothing out the ball to help. ] So, my lady, what are dragons like when they reach adulthood in your land?

If I knew some of the people you do, I imagine I'd probably rather know no one at all.

( just a guess based on how she assumes he's nobility of some kind, and how she's come to realize nobes are all foppish nightmares, here. nothing personal, julian.

charis watches julian smooth out his ball of snow, then chitters disapprovingly — at what, who knows, but he reaches out to pat at julian's hands, clearly trying to help with something. )

Depends on the individual dragon, just as it does with people. Some are good, some are not so good. As a species they are somewhat greedy and entitled, but they can be very kind, too.

Very smart of you. I've done that myself, and lost many connections that way, but I've been all the happier for it.

[ A dangerous way to go about things, if he's not careful. Thankfully he's insulted no Orlesian businessmen who would whine about getting the De Abbrixios banned from trading in Orlais, like the Montilyet family was. That said, he's privileged enough that he can afford to cut off people who are snobs. For now. ]

What, not compact enough?

[ He looks at the ball and squeezes it tighter, looking at Charis for instruction. ]

Hmm, so they are known as hoarders? That is what the dragons here do. They carry off shiny armor or weapons, precious metals and the like to their nest.