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[3wayforjustice]

[The voice is distant, as if the speaker is unaware of the recording -- which he probably isn't.]

... I... what?

[Rustling -- feathers? Footsteps.]

This is no building in Kirkwall... it's too... Nothing's on fire.

[A door opens. More footsteps, walking away from the journal. Followed closely by a shout--]

Andraste's burning backside!

Comments

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet]

...Something the matter?

[Audio]

[3wayforjustice]

Spiders! And I thought the ones in the Deep Roads were ba--

[Hold up. Where is that voice coming from.]

... Who's there?

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet]

[...]

I don't recognize your voice. A new arrival then. My name is Vie. If you look around, there should be a journal nearby.

[Audio]

[3wayforjustice]

[Please excuse the mage a moment, Vie, he's looking.]

Ah, there...

Vie? Where is this place? It can't be Fereldan. I can't smell any wet dog...

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet]

No, not Fereldan. You're in the Keep of a man called Deior. A Lord, apparently.

[Small pause. Vie frowns at the journal.]

What's a dog? ...And what's your name, for that matter?

[Audio]

[3wayforjustice]

A lord? Of what? Or... where, specifically.

A dog. You know. A dog. The polar opposite of cat.

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet]

Lord of Holloway's Keep. Location? How should I know. The information given as to where this castle is, is rather limited. In the front of your journal is a letter. I'd suggest you read it.

[Vie stops there to frown at the dog and cat comparison.]

And you might as well be making up words. 'Dog' and 'Cat' are not in my vocabulary.

[Audio]

[3wayforjustice]

Right. A letter. Because mysterious letters in talking books are always trustworthy. Like voices in your head.

[Anders... the lady asked you a question a minute ago. He stops a moment, as well.]

... It's Anders. And, I am not making up words. "Cat" is a perfectly normal word to know.

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet]

Do you want my help or not? I could always leave you to work this mess out on your own.

[Yay! A name! Sadly she's a little too worked up to use it just yet.]

Perhaps where you're from. I've never heard of 'cat' before, whatever that is.

[Audio]

[3wayforjustice]

It wouldn't be the first time... But really, do you expect someone to reasonably accept the word of a mysterious talking voice, and an equally mysterious letter on faith?

... I don't see how that's possible. That's... practically a crime.

[Audio] I can see these two are going to get along great.

[gotyourwallet]

Tell me where you are and I'll come find you then. Perhaps my physical being will be enough to stop your doubting everything I say.

[Little bit of bite to that, Anders.]

You can explain while I walk then.

[She's already heading for the barracks, Vie just doesn't know which floor he's on.]

[Audio] is there really anyone he gets along well with? ... that isn't Varric?

[3wayforjustice]

I'm in a cell, in a spider-infested keep, belonging to a man I've never heard of. Aside from that, I can't help.

[Mostly because he didn't look at his door.]

Small, furry creatures? Far better companions than any mabari?

[Audio] Point.

[gotyourwallet]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Go to the window and tell me how far you are from the ground. I need to know what floor you're on.

[...]

I've heard of Marane but never Mabari. And the thought of small furry creatures running around is not a comforting one at all. You're a clansman then?

[Audio]

[3wayforjustice]

...

[Footsteps -- he checks.]

Fairly high. Some... upper floor, apparently.

[Pause. She can't be serious.]

Then clearly you've never met a cat. They're good animals... And... no? Not that I know of?

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet]

...The same as mine maybe. A moment. Stick you head out of your room, would you?

[If only her footsteps made some kind of sound. Vie reaches the third floor and starts along it's halls.]

No, I've not met a cat. Or a Mabari. Or a Dog...

Action?

[3wayforjustice]

[Anders responds by stickin his staff out the door. And waving it.]