01 | video/text

[lavelly]

[It's set to video, but the feed is dark, and there's some kind of ambient noise. After a few moments it becomes clear that Lavellan is unknowingly covering the camera with his hand. He's talking, too, but his voice is muffled.]

Hello. Hello? Is this--is it working? I can't tell--

[Then there's actual video: it's a fuzzy closeup of Lavellan's eye, and then his ear.]

Can... anyone hear me? Am I doing this correctly?

[There's more muffled noise, like someone manhandling a microphone; the feed jostles and then goes dark again. There's what sounds like muted cursing in a foreign language (elvish, for those who recognize it) before the video ends entirely. Trying to use advanced technology is rough when you're from medieval fantasy land :(

The video is accompanied by text that looks like someone poked uncertainly at the letters of an unfamiliar keyboard with one hand. Because they did.]

hello.isanyonethere///

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[pubcrawl]

Neriel Lavellan. Good to meet you. Aside from Corypheus, how are things back home?

[ Best to ask, considering that little sound he'd made. ]

[lavelly]

[Moving smoothly onward is about what he needs anyway, so thanks, Bull.]

Oh, you know, same old. Now that there's no longer an impending threat to the continent from beyond the Veil, people have quite happily returned to squabbling amongst themselves about land titles instead.

[For two years, but that's a tidbit he'll save for later.]

[pubcrawl]

Sounds like I'm not missing much, then.

[ How typical. ]

How you making out here?

[lavelly]

Ah. Fine? [He's only just arrived, but whatever.]

It's... well, I would say it's overwhelming, but that would be an understatement. I don't really understand anything about this place, really. But I think I can manage.

[He grins wryly.]

After all, you did.

[pubcrawl]

There's not much to learn. Find a place to stay, figure out what you want to do for work, it's all uphill from there.

[ He returns the grin. That's really all there is to it. ]

Since you tried to ask my opinion earlier on Dorian, what's yours?

[lavelly]

Work. [He draws it out uncertainly, like "wwwwwwwork." Getting a job, right, that's a thing.

Let's talk about something else!]

So, Dorian. Well, I told him, so I suppose I ought to tell you. I... was under the impression--

[Okay, no. Just say it straight out.]

I remember you two being in a relationship. He doesn't, so I wanted to check if you did. Apparently you don't, so I'm crazy.

[pubcrawl]

Work. [ That's right, good sir. ] You know, what we were doing before.

Yep. You're crazy.

[ So crazy. ]

—how did this relationship go down?

[ Okay, yes, he's a little curious. ]

[lavelly]

Well, I wasn't privy to the details. I imagine you discovered that you, ah, enjoyed each other's company.

[That's accompanied by raised eyebrows and a shit-eating grin.]

You kept at it for a good two years, so it couldn't have been that terrible.

[pubcrawl]

He is a bit of a bastard.

[ Slowly and thoughtfully said. That's still crazy to him— two years, with the Vint. ]

Guess it could've been worse. Could've been Hawke. Or Varric.

Either way, I'm impressed. And now I'm curious.