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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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[am_i_a_monster]

Any store that sells hunting supplies or camping supplies should sell it.

Just don't spray it on yourself, your clothes or your things.

[dreadinquisitor]

[His eyebrows jump up as he imagines it.]

Noted.

...I don't suppose you know where the closest one of these shops is? I'm in- Nonah?

[am_i_a_monster]

I don't know Nonah very well. I'm in Heropa.

[dreadinquisitor]

Ah. Well. [A shrug and a smile.] All the more reason to start exploring, I suppose.

Thank you for your help, serah.

[am_i_a_monster]

Good luck with the bears.

[dreadinquisitor]

Thank you.

Hopefully I won't need it, but thank you.