[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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[Video]

[threesovereigns]

No nobility? That is both refreshing and baffling. Outside of the qunari, and for all I have fought beside one I do not pretend to understand them, I do not think I have seen a land with more to it than roaming tribes that lacks an aristocracy either in name or in deed. This Verdana is a strange country.

[He looks considering for a moment, although the degree of quelled to his expression is exaggerated enough to suggest he's playing, and the quicksilver shift of his mood away from it all the more evidence for it.]

No doubt this leaves you with many things to study, milady scholar. My admiration to you! My own talents are all of a more physical nature, I must confess.

[Video]

[tallymarks]

Well, there are still scales of power, it's just the leaders are elected or appointed, not born. It takes a little getting used to.

[Once again, she misses the innuendo, and with the sort of matter-of-fact cheer that points to a genuine sheltered upbringing rather than deliberate obtuseness.]

Most people are a bit more physical than I am. Still, I do my part.

[Video]

[threesovereigns]

And what part is that, oh amateur scholar?

[With two attempts at innuendo and flirtation not even managing so much as a ripple on the surface of a metaphorical pond, Zevran opts for simple curiosity for a time. There will be opportunities to tease later. Many, many opportunities.]

Is there much need to men, or women, at arms in this place?

[Video]

[tallymarks]

Research and organization.

[She smiles, just a little ruefully - she's well aware how little learning is valued in many places.]

It does come in handy sometimes.

I've heard the city sheriff sometimes hires - and merchants and sailors frequently need guards, if that's not to your taste.

[threesovereigns]

[Something about the idea of working for the city sheriff has Zevran holding back a laugh, but the notion of merchants and sailors gets his more serious attention.]

I have had good fortune with the merchant classes before. If I could do so here, it would certainly smooth the adjustment. I thank you... and I certainly would not be discounting the benefits of research. I have been a part of a number of great quests recently, with remarkable amounts of treasure recovered from them, and many would never have happened without the work of a scholar.

[Of course, half of them seemed to end up a bit hard on the scholar, or the scholar's servants...]