[Video 001: Arrival] Tuesday, Week 37

[threesovereigns]

[Zevran has been trying to ignore the fact that the book found with his gear upon his awakening has been talking. Given that it looks almost exactly like one of the mages' tomes that even he felt would be better not to light-finger, the sounds couldn't possibly be anything good. But the book would not shut up, and the strange place he was in was providing no answers. He turned to a page within it that seemed to be some sort of Fade portal made paper, and after tracing a few moving symbols with a wary fingertip, a blond elf appears on the network.]

Ah, this seems to be working at last and does not seem to have transformed me into a newt. Wonderful!

If you can hear me, I wish to introduce myself.

My name is Zevran, which I first thought would be foolish to share, but upon reflection I have concluded that, should you have been sent to kill me, you likely already know that I am here.

I must ask... does this strange country possess anything approaching a tavern? I confess that I am very lost, and would feel much better if I was considering my fate with a glass of wine in hand.

I am not a man without talents, so if the wine comes with a price... well, let us negotiate, yes?

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[lanfear]

It tastes of...grapes, I believe is what they're called.

[She strokes her chin thoughtfully, a smirk playing across her lips]

As for my price...conversation should be sufficient.

[threesovereigns]

Are grapes not the common ingredient for wine where you are used to drinking? You must tell me more.

[Zevran does a fine impression of avid interest, albeit one tinged with enough playfulness to make it clear he's not actually interested in the complete and utter history of variant forms of wine.

Well... beyond whether or not he can drink some.]

I have been told there is some travel between the settlement at the feet of this 'ship' and the town of Poseidon. I am attempting to make it there.

[lanfear]

No, they aren't. Grapes don't exist where I am from.

[She doesn't care to explain more, not really.]

Well, when you reach it, I will have wine. I have no desire to walk up there in this heat but I can meet you near the center of the town if you wish.

[threesovereigns]

[Zevran's gasp of shock at the tragedy of a world without grapes is muted, but amused. (And entirely for show.) The image on the screen fails to properly convey the sweep of the bow he tips her, but this is, after all, new technology for him.]

As you say, so shall I do. I have also been made aware of a tavern's existence, so if shade and shelter are preferred I believe the name of it is the Third Wave.

[lanfear]

I've been there, and it's a fine enough sort of place.

[She smiles, not entirely mockingly]

May I ask your name, sir? I am known as Selene.

[threesovereigns]

Zevran, Lady Selene. I look forward to our conversation -- and wine -- with great interest.

Now... how does one cease talking through this book? Is it safe to simply shut it?

[lanfear]

Yes, it is.

[If it isn't, then...well...there's trouble. She assumes his book is the equivalent of her mirror.

She'll be waiting at the tavern, though. Regardless of whether or not the elf makes it, or if the book killed him.]