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[dreadinquisitor]

[He wanted time to familiarize himself with this place. He needed to know if anyone else from the Inquisition had been brought across as well, and then to find them if they had. But first, he'd looked through the information they'd given him - the neat print on the strange white paper - and now, suddenly, Maxwell had a much more immediate, personal worry.

The video opens on his face; his expression a mixture of incredulity and concern.]

Hello. [It feels awkward, addressing nothing, but he pushes on.] My name is Maxwell and I have a question, and there doesn't seem to be anyone else to ask.

[The camera turns and fixes on a portion of the pages he'd been given. He points to a section, chases a sentence with his fingertip as he reads it aloud.] 'Bears will always find him.' [Then the feed swings back to him.]

Why would anyone want this? How many bears do you even have in this place, to hope to make this useful? And do they just-- roam about?[He glances away, as if one might have suddenly sneaked up on him, then back.] Are these abilities negotiable in any way?

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[dreadinquisitor]

[He can't help a laugh. This woman certainly has a positive way of spinning things. He likes it.]

There is that too. If hey ever mange to corner me somewhere especially designed to get me in trouble - I can honestly say not my fault.

[marriedmedium]

Oh darling, you can say that whether it is or not, as long as you do it with style.

[dreadinquisitor]

[His smile turns just a touch sad, remembering similar advice what feels like a lifetime ago. Should have spun a story, kid.]

I've never had much talent with that, I'm afraid.

[marriedmedium]

Now's the time to learn, don't you think? After all, you're a celebrity now! It comes with the territory of being an imPort, but there's no reason you can't make it work!

[dreadinquisitor]

[A raised eyebrow and a roguish smirk.]

You wouldn't be from Orlais, would you?

[marriedmedium]

I'm from Park Avenue, but it sounds like 'Orlais' is a place I'd like to visit!

[dreadinquisitor]

Sounds like it. Lying with style is practically their national sport.

[marriedmedium]

At heart I'm an honest woman, but in a pinch, I think I could be a professional!

[dreadinquisitor]

[Another laugh.]

Confidence like that, I believe it.

[marriedmedium]

Is it confidence? Or am I lying with style right now?

[It's confidence.]

[dreadinquisitor]

...I would think both go hand in hand, but-- [a charming smile]-- I did say I was bad at this. What do I know?

[Somewhere, Leliana was sighing.]

[marriedmedium]

[Sadie winks.]

Perhaps you just need to learn.

[dreadinquisitor]

Not for lack of trying, believe me. But I just don't have the temperament for it - or the patience. It's always just so much easier if everyone's upfront.

[marriedmedium]

And so dull!

[dreadinquisitor]

Considering my new apparent affinity for large, angry animals, I'm not sure I need any more excitement in my life.

[marriedmedium]

A very fair point! Try to enjoy some downtime between bears, dear.

[dreadinquisitor]

[A chuckle.]

I certainly intend to try, thank you.