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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?

Comments

[fehus]

Bingo. I'd say you'll never look stupid again, but most of my worlds have it, and, well. I guess it's easier for people to look up pictures of cats than try to get informed.

[dreadinquisitor]

Ouch.

Being the new guy is hard, okay.

[fehus]

Quick, use the internet to look up "world's tiniest violin." Now imagine me playing one for you.

[dreadinquisitor]

Lute or go home.

[fehus]

Going home I guess, bye.

[dreadinquisitor]

[A soft chuckle.]

Goodbye, Magnus.

[fehus]

[have a wave, a quirked smile -- and he hangs up!]