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[djinnigenie]

[The feed kicks in with an accidental activation. Shuffling, loud, brushing noises herald a loud, muffled, angry, female voice.]

MORRIGAN! Where in the Maker's name am I? WHAT DID YOU DO?

[Slam! Rattle! Distortion. The louder words echo a bit in the cavernous space.]

WHERE AM I?

[Heavy breathing.]

You said I would live, but you didn't mention *this* - can you hear me?

[Deep breath. Calmer voice.]

Very well. I do not know where I am. This is not the Fade nor the Deep Roads nor anywhere I have seen in Ferelden.

[Muffled noise and scraping.]

Dear Andraste! Morrigan - please run, my friend. Loghain is going to be hunting you. Loghain... dear Maker.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

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[djinnigenie]

Ha! I suppose I shall see, shall I not? No doubt I shall miss Ferelden, but this appears to be my home now, so I shall do my best to love it.

[A glance is given to the rabbits.]

At least the hunting is good, so we are not likely to starve.

[attention_wenches]

There are rather more challenging beasts outside the city than that, I'm assured. I'm no hunter myself.

[An expert at getting tangled in bowstrings and feeling vaguely queasy about the whole thing, in point of fact.]

There are investigations underway to find a way home again, or at least uncover why we're here at all. But a certain resignation is likely wise.

[djinnigenie]

I am no stranger to upheaval.

[Unbidden, a flash of the fires and blood at Highever Castle and then Duncan offering her the cup at Ostagar come to her mind.]

Thank you again, Loki. It was kind of you to aid me and to meet me here. I shall not soon forget it. You say this building is where I may find rest?

[attention_wenches]

[The gratitude continues to unnerve him.]

There's plenty still to discover, but perhaps you'd rather absorb it? Yes, this building is open to new arrivals. I only spent a few nights here. There are abandoned buildings hereabouts, and if you can find a livable one unclaimed, you can take it over. If you prefer a lack of crowds.

[He certainly does.]

[djinnigenie]

[The gratitude is *genuine* and so is Elissa's faint smile.]

Crowds may prefer a lack of *me* during times of sleep. I shall try this inn for the night and then seek out other accommodations should I turn out to be a disturbance to others.

[attention_wenches]

[Trouble sleeping he can empathize with, and his expression softens a little. From very aloofly amused to only somewhat.]

I simply didn't find that there was much space for magic in there, and my brother has a way of taking up space. Fortunately, there's plenty to be found.

[djinnigenie]

[Elissa notices his change in expression and her own smile becomes less slight.]

Still, for now, this seems the best location for rest this night. There is always time to seek another place on the morrow. Perhaps, here, my nocturnal disturbances shall not trouble me as they did in Ferelden.

Also... do I smell food?

[Her stomach audibly growls.]

[attention_wenches]

Simple, but passable.

[Asgardian food, even for royalty, tends to the simple, so the local fare doesn't distress him the way it does some.]

And you don't even have a brother to eat it all before you get to it.

[djinnigenie]

[That pulls a laugh from her.]

I have an older brother named Fergus! I know of what you speak.

Well... had.

[And now that amused face falls into quiet sadness.]

[attention_wenches]

[He knows that look, too, and that there's nothing he can do about it.]

Perhaps I'd best leave you to your dinner.

[djinnigenie]

Aye, but... thank you. Again.

[Elissa's smile is quiet, but warm.]

I hope to call you friend, Loki Odinson. My first here in this new place.

Good eve to you.

[attention_wenches]

[A seemingly sensible, competent, grown woman being so gracious to the supercilious child he knows he must be to her eyes continues to unnerve about as much as it pleases. But he manages a shallow bow.]

I'm... sure I'll find you again soon. I'd best get back to the vault and finish my notes for the day.