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[the_measurers]

Last year, Geldeheim City had glittered for them, cold and translucent like a collection of great icecubes. This time, it was as if someone had taken a hammer to those icecubes. Many buildings still stood, but some were bisected, shattered by beams of power, or perpetually burning with magefire. Some of the city's ubiqutuous flat 3d projection

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[birdhousesoul]

Anders stands, too, but pouts at her. It's a real, genuine pout, with lower lip. "Do we have to go home? Take me to another bar. I never get to go anywhere fun."

[try_winging_it]

"You just want to continue your game of being Sebastian."

[birdhousesoul]

"It's not a game," Anders informs her, "it is serious business." He grins. "We do have a list of other bars, dives, I think I crossed off the brothel because I as a Chantry brother am too holy to darken its doorstep ..."

[try_winging_it]

"We also have a name," she reminds him as they step outside. But sighs, because a name is just a name, and they could do more with it before she goes back to look up whatever she can find on Councilman Hauptmann, or find someone more capable to do it for her. "No more being Swan Merrill Isabela Insert Name Here Vael. Be Sebastian all you want, not that your impression is remotely accurate, but I'm going back to being myself, thanks all the same. Where do you want to go?"