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[swoopingisbad]

Oh Maker's Breath-

[Alistair pauses. His voice sounds like it's a bit far away; he's holding this new alien device far ahead of him, trying to figure out exactly what it is, nevermind the fact he already knows how to work it.]

Not Ferelden. Definitely not Ferelden. One would think they'd remember coming to a foreign place, just a night before a big event that could determine the fate of the world, but no, I've got no bloody remembrance of anything. Dwarven ale is great, Oghren said. Put hair on your chest, he said. Not wake up in a weird place and nearly nude. Horrible pranks, really. This must be some witchy plot. Swooping everywhere, I know it.

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[Audio/standing over Alistair]

[possessed_mage]

[a new voice comes over the comm, as is someone's leaning over the other man, on account of being convinced his comm is a giant paper weight.]

Sure. Right. Blame the mage. Why am I NOT surprised? A Templar blaming a mage. How original. You couldn't come up with another option in that lyrium addled brain of yours?

And it's your own fault for drinking Oghren's ale. That dwarf drank darkspawn blood like it was whiskey.

[swoopingisbad]

Hold on a moment! [Excuse you, Anders. :| ]

First of all, There hadn't been lyrium in some time, really. That stuff makes me go crazy. Second of all, I said it could be some witchy plot! And by witchy, I mean Morrigan, because I'm pretty sure she's hiding as some animal somewhere waiting to swoop in.

[Pause.] When did he become a Warden?

[possessed_mage]

Of course it makes you go crazy. It's lyrium. Don't you need lyrium? How are you getting away with that? And there is no swooping. I'm pretty sure the only wildlife here is actually wildlife. Look, a rabbit!

[When did he hit his head?] A few seconds before I did. Surely you heard about it? There were Darkspawn, Templars. Sadly they all died. And then I was forced to drink darkspawn blood. Personally, I think I'd rather have gone back to the Tower. At least I know the way out.

{pause]

I'm dead by the way. Keep it that way.

[swoopingisbad]

I haven't taken lyrium since before I was conscripted. I am lyrium-free, thank you.

[Alistair always acts like he's hit his head.] I am pretty sure I would have heard about it. He's not one to be quiet about things.

[And there's another look.] You surely look alive for being 'dead.'