Yes, thankfully. If I never hear of him again, I'll be happy.

[The feed jostles again, briefly, as Lavellan sets it down on a nearby table so he can speak more comfortably. (Random furniture everywhere! At least that seems to be consistent across dimensions.) The angle is probably off. He hasn't figured out the sticking function yet.]

Is all of the... [Well, not the Inquisition anymore.] Is everyone here already? When I'm fashionably late, I usually do it on purpose.