5th, The Other Heroes/The City of Aqures Ixen When she'd heard what she could only assume was the crystal itself speaking, she jolted awake, nearly hitting the poor moogle that had been hovering over her in concern as it appeared she was sweating a bullet or a dozen. Red crystals talking to you typically was not good news, after all. Fortunately, she seemed to have calmed herself relatively quickly after a few shouts in a tongue that was deliberately foreign and likely held quite the plethora of elven curses.
Though, that didn't exactly put her confusion to ease. There was much to learn about this world and its plight, and until she learned exactly who she had to blame for this, she would hold back the anger that followed. She'd just solved a similar situation back home, damn it. Now this? She'd so been looking forward to the pastries Josephine had ordered from Val Royeaux, too...
For now, she needed to familiarize herself with the town. With her moogle companion having gone off to see if there were any more letters to deliver, she began wandering aimlessly, watching the crowds carefully. Both alert, and clearly disappointed in the lack of pastries (or even a small part of the celebratory food and wine, for that matter). The sheer number of those in uniform was rather cause for concern, though she could see why if the tale Falon shared of the recent murders was true.
Though if she found someone who didn't seem so busy, she approached them. "Pardon me, but could you point me in the direction of the 11th District?"
5th, The City (B-08) Sharing a house wasn't too much of a change for Ellana, as she had grown accustomed to lodging with others in something other than a tent over the past few months. However, she wasn't exactly certain what the tastes of her new housemates would be--or even how old they were. So, after purchasing a bottle of wine, she was certain to purchase a small variety of baked goods. If none of them were old enough to drink, at least she'd have something for later.
"Hello?" She called, knocking on the front door before letting herself in. "Is anyone here?"
If not, she would at least leave the box of pastries on the table with a note:
Help yourself to the pastries! -Ellana Lavellan
6th, The Laboratory "Fehendis." Came a quiet slur as the elven woman placed her partly-glowing, marked left hand to her temple as she gazed upon the screen of a machine that was all too foreign to her. Pen and ink she could handle, but computers were beyond her. Something that was likely made all the more obvious as she was typing with a single finger, trying to figure out exactly how it worked. Barkeep had told her to come here and see about reading the files, but she didn't want to impose on anyone.
"How does this function...?" It may as well be an ancient Dwarven dialect to her at this point.
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When she'd heard what she could only assume was the crystal itself speaking, she jolted awake, nearly hitting the poor moogle that had been hovering over her in concern as it appeared she was sweating a bullet or a dozen. Red crystals talking to you typically was not good news, after all. Fortunately, she seemed to have calmed herself relatively quickly after a few shouts in a tongue that was deliberately foreign and likely held quite the plethora of elven curses.
Though, that didn't exactly put her confusion to ease. There was much to learn about this world and its plight, and until she learned exactly who she had to blame for this, she would hold back the anger that followed. She'd just solved a similar situation back home, damn it. Now this? She'd so been looking forward to the pastries Josephine had ordered from Val Royeaux, too...
For now, she needed to familiarize herself with the town. With her moogle companion having gone off to see if there were any more letters to deliver, she began wandering aimlessly, watching the crowds carefully. Both alert, and clearly disappointed in the lack of pastries (or even a small part of the celebratory food and wine, for that matter). The sheer number of those in uniform was rather cause for concern, though she could see why if the tale Falon shared of the recent murders was true.
Though if she found someone who didn't seem so busy, she approached them. "Pardon me, but could you point me in the direction of the 11th District?"
5th, The City (B-08)
Sharing a house wasn't too much of a change for Ellana, as she had grown accustomed to lodging with others in something other than a tent over the past few months. However, she wasn't exactly certain what the tastes of her new housemates would be--or even how old they were. So, after purchasing a bottle of wine, she was certain to purchase a small variety of baked goods. If none of them were old enough to drink, at least she'd have something for later.
"Hello?" She called, knocking on the front door before letting herself in. "Is anyone here?"
If not, she would at least leave the box of pastries on the table with a note:
Help yourself to the pastries! -Ellana Lavellan
6th, The Laboratory
"Fehendis." Came a quiet slur as the elven woman placed her partly-glowing, marked left hand to her temple as she gazed upon the screen of a machine that was all too foreign to her. Pen and ink she could handle, but computers were beyond her. Something that was likely made all the more obvious as she was typing with a single finger, trying to figure out exactly how it worked. Barkeep had told her to come here and see about reading the files, but she didn't want to impose on anyone.
"How does this function...?" It may as well be an ancient Dwarven dialect to her at this point.