outer_divide | [Video 001: Arrival] Tuesday, Week 37

[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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You may say so. Not as much as some, not as little as others. I have not, for example, travelled so far as to encounter quite your type of elf before, although I must remark upon your beauty.

[He runs a finger along one of his ears, pointed as hers is, but with subtle differences to shape and structure.]

I assume you are not of the Dalish?

[She had to laugh a little, he was trying to be so charming!]

No, I'm not an elf. I'm not surprised you haven't met one of my kind. We can be rather....elusive. And I'm afraid most of my people aren't that nice. I wouldn't go looking for them!

What about these Dalish? Are you one of them?

Ah, no. I have visited one of their encampments, fought beside them in a great battle, and I respect their devotion to keeping our people's history deeply... but I am certainly no Dalish. I am far too fond of being routinely and gloriously corrupted by city life for that.

Also, there are too many things in nature that will give one a terrible rash.

Your peoples history? So you are a Dalish...but your not? Dalish are elves correct? Are they a subset of elf? Like a human from Earth or from another planet?

[Trance laughed a little]

And there are people in the city who will also give one a terrible rash.

Ah, but that sort of rash is at least much more enjoyable in the getting of it, no?

[He tips her a wink.]

But it is complicated. And I do not know this 'Earth' you speak of, aside from the ground beneath us. I suppose one could make a joke about coming from earth, but that would best suit the dwarves... and the dwarves of my acquaintance are touchy about such jokes.

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Everything has a cost, cause and effect. Whats to say one rash is better or more enjoyable than another? Perhaps the plant enjoys giving you a rash too.

[she smirked]

I'll just have to accept that, then. What do you do for fun, besides get rashes and drink? Fight epic battles?

Ah, but my dear lady, the giving and getting of rashes should involve mutual pleasures! I gain none from the plant, no matter how charming it may find me.

And indeed, I have fought epic battles. I have travelled with many strange companions and, some may say, have even helped to make a little history with them. But I suppose the question to ask is what I should do with myself here, no?

You don't get any enjoyment from plants, even when they give you rashes? Really? That's so sad.

[she does look very sad]

Well, there does seem to be a lot to get done here. It might not be epic, but I'm sure people could use your help. You could help the farmers with me! The real question is what do you want to do?You could spend your time drinking and playing card games but that would get old after a while. And you'd get a hangover. And cirrhosis of the liver. I don't recommend it.

There are many plants I gain pleasure from! Hops, barley, grapes... and certain more esoteric herbs, shall we say.

[If she wants to take 'recreational drugs' from that and not 'lethal poisons', he's not inclined to correct her. And it's not like it doesn't apply on occasion.]

But I will perhaps see what I can turn my hand to other than drinking, for the health of my liver, as you say. Do you have merchants here? Traders, and the like?

That's good, I don't know if I'd be able to patch you and your liver up here. I don't have any supplies. You should be more careful you know. You don't know what all those herbs will do to you!

As for merchants, I'm not sure. I'm afraid I haven't had much of a chance to go around and explore recently. Is there something you're looking for?

Oh, trust me... I know exactly what those herbs will do.

[His smile flashes briefly like the glint on a knife's edge before he returns to less feral lines of thought.]

What skills I have would likely suit many a merchant, you see. I should like to make my way in this strange new land I have found myself in. Tell me... have you heard anything about an organization known as the Antivan Crows here?

Oh. I see....
[her eyes widen a bit]

I haven't heard anything about the Antivan Crows. But I'd love to hear about them.

No doubt over that glass and card game? I shall certainly be convinceable. The Crows are a much-storied organization, but they are not terribly pleased with me. I am content to avoid them... and to not avoid charming company who is very good at answering questions with questions in turn. Well played, I must say.

Then perhaps I'll see you for that drink then. Sooner rather than later.

[Video 001: Arrival] Tuesday, Week 37

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