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[ While trying to figure out what path to take, Helga has been studying the communicator device that she was given. It is unlike anything she has ever seen before. It does not resemble something that even great Archimedes would have crafted. It is sleek. There are no gears that she can see nor can she see any moving parts. She cautiously experiments, buttons are pushed. The screen flashes on. People talk. It startles Helga into dropping the device as though it had just burned her.

What is that? The device is pointed up at her and it shows a woman with long, red hair wearing an even longer mustard-colored dress. She is sitting outside of the great ship. There is an expression of uncertainty on her face.

She watches it for a moment before picking it back up. ]

Is this a two-way mirror of some kind? Can anyone hear my voice?

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[Elissa is in the great outdoors, trees and greenery behind her as well as as a few wisps of smoke from a campfire.]

I can hear you, milady. I can also see you. My name is Elissa. Are you well?

[ Helga would not say that she is well. She is not well. ]

I am not injured nor am I damaged.

[ She is in good health. Helga has her wand and some of her belongings. However, she is very far from home in a strange land. ]

[Gently, Elissa replies after seeing the look on her face that equates with much of what she has been feeling for the past few weeks.]

But you are confused and a little frightened to find yourself far from home, are you not? I felt the same way when I arrived. Alas, I am too far away from the star vessel to offer aid in person at present, though I see that you have made it outside. What paths lie before you?

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Yes.

[ That is a more than adequate description of the feelings she has right now. ]

I see towers to the far North. There appears to be an encampment of some kind to the Southeast. A mountain range is West of my location.

I would advise against traveling North. Heading to the southeastern encampment would be best as it is closest to the star vessel. Ah.. to where you are. The encampment is called the Old City. Do not be intimidated by any there in uniform - if you remain polite and sensible, you will have no trouble. Tell them you came from 'the ship' and that should help things along.

As I am taking a rest from my tasks, I will gladly monitor communications to aid you as needed. I am fully aware how strange this place can seem.

[There is genuine friendliness in Elissa's voice and her expression is kind.]

May I ask why that will help? They sound as though they should be avoided. Is this a regular occurrence? How are those who come from 'the ship' viewed?

[ Helga idly wonders if perhaps it would be best to observe the encampment as a badger. ]

It is very strange, Elissa.

It seems to be a semi-regular occurrence, yes. The people of the old city are the Authorities. They are used to those of us who emerge from the ship and are tolerant of us. They can help you find a place to rest for the night at a rather poor inn called the Flop and then give you directions to the city called Poseidon. It is far less crumbling than the Old City.

I have complete empathy for how you are feeling now, my lady. My world was a place of armor and swords and magic - not one of machines and intricate engineering. There are many diverse backgrounds amongst us. I will be happy to explain more later, if I am able to meet you.

There is to be a festival in Poseidon soon. Perhaps then?

Your world sounds somewhat like mine though I cannot say that I have much need for armor. Where are you originally from?

Perhaps. I do not know that I feel much like celebrating.

I was born in Castle Highever in the kingdom of Ferelden in the world of Thedas. I have yet to meet someone from my exact homeland.

[Which wasn't a lie. The Zevran here had fought with another Warden, so he was not the best friend she remembered.]

And from whence do you come, my lady?

I cannot say I have ever heard of such a place.

I taught in a castle called Hogwarts near a tiny village named Hogsmeade. However, it the village is known only to magical folk.

Ha! I found such a place in Ferelden. Twas a village named Honnleath that was unknown to the rest of the kingdom. It had been settled by mages who did not wish to be under the control of the Chantry.

While I am not a mage, I have much respect for those who can wield such power. One of my dearest friends at home was a hedge witch named Morrigan.

I suspect it was only natural that a village spring up besides Hogwarts. There was need for various industries with the construction of the castle.

You are a Muggle then?

I am unfamiliar with that word. What does it mean and I shall tell you?

[There is a hint of a laugh in her voice.]

So many people from so many places. I suspect that the two of us shall get along well, however. At least, that is my hope.

Non-magic individuals are called Muggles.

I would like that.

You are correct. I am no mage, but neither am I a Templar, so you have no need to fear me. Do you have any talent for healing? There are those amongst us who would prefer something more familiar to us than the local healing practices should we fall ill. Myself, especially.

What is a Templar, exactly?

[ It does not sound all that good, to be honest. ]

I do have some skills with healing.

In my homeland, the Chantry trains Templars to find and capture mages who are not part of the Circle. They learn abilities to nullify magic - but which are much like magic as well. I always found that to be ironic.

Thankfully for people with talents like your own, this is not Ferelden and you are free to do as you wish.

Nullify magic?

[ Helga is aghast and such a notion and concept. ]

How is such a thing possible?

[ You know, so she can avoid it. ]

Elissa struggles with how to explain it, since it was not something she could learn. "It is... No. Let me begin another way. Mages have within them a .. a well of magic, if you will. They draw from it, to my understanding, to cast their spells. A Templar can drain the mana from a mage with what they call a smite. It is like suddenly emptying the bucket and leaving the mage weakened and without the ability to cast spells again until the bucket has refilled."

She squints just a little, a furrow appearing between her brows. "A mage can also deplete their store of mana by casting too many or too powerful spells in quick succession. Does this make sense?"

Yes and no. Your explanation for how wizards cast spells in your world, makes sense for your world. However, that is not how magic works in mine, I must say.

Now I am intrigued! How does it work in your world?

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