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Who: Leliana
Broadcast: yes
Action: aboard the blue fish
When: now

[Leliana's address to the network came somewhat late - someone had gotten revenge for her prank, after all. Her cowl is pulled back resting about her shoulders and her skin and the ends of her hair are still drying after she'd scrubbed the ink off. Schmooples could be heard snuffling from her lap, his long ears making a cameo as he was cradled against her.]

I apologize. It seems I mayhap have fallen victim to a long slumber. I don't recall the ships leaving the planet we were last on, but I am to understand some time has passed.

[Guaranteed, Riona waited a good few days before daring to draw on her face.]

I will be resuming my duties in the Interfaith Center – Stefan, I apologize sincerely for my absence. I hope it has not caused an inconvenience.

[She smiles warmly, blue eyes lit up as she continues speaking.]

For those who do not know me: I am Sister Nightingale and I assist the Interfaith Center for those of Andrastian faith, hailing from Thedas. I can also be found aboard the Blue Fish, should anyone ever seek counsel from me outside of the Center. You do not have to be Andrastian to do so, of course.

Private: Riona Cousland Theirin.

[There's a bit of an evil smile on Leliana's face as she switches the feed to private.]

You got your revenge, no?

[She laughs warmly, her eyes alight with mischief]

Care to join me for lunch? I'm feeling a bit peckish after being out of sorts. You can catch me up on all the latest gossip.

[She runs her fingers through the wet ends of her red hair and Schmooples crawls up her chest into view to snuffle at the camera over her shoulder.]

I hope I didn't worry you too much.

Action

[Leliana can be found either aboard the Blue Fish or in the Interfaith Center praying silently before her own hand made totem statue of Andraste. The nap seemed to have done her at least a little good. Still she felt the lingering grief of home and the troubles it faced but she was slowly becoming more at peace in her new life. Perhaps she could finally lay down her burdens? She wasn't so sure yet. For now she moved on to the next stage of things – normalcy.

Aboard the Blue Fish Leliana makes her security rounds, stopping to take a break to make some tea and enjoy some quiet in the kitchens. Something seemed amiss, though she couldn't put her finger on it nor guess that perhaps that it was because a crew member had gone missing. Still the stillness put her at ease.]

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Hn. Aside from that, and the times I seem to have been in a relationship with a version of Marian, I appear to be much the same.

Something I suppose I should be glad for.

I suppose it's a good thing Hawke would rather try to 'mend fences' rather than try to kill you a second time. He still seems reckless otherwise.

[Still getting her head around all these different Wardens/Hawkes/Inquisitors... it was kind of messy.]

A mage acquaintance of the Inquisition spoke of Time Magic... I wonder if this is similar to that. He would likely be beside himself to uncover Atroma's secrets.

Precisely. Though at present I am not comfortable with him around. However much he wishes to mend fences, it will take time.

[It's hard to put his guard down around someone he knows has actually killed another version of him. ]

Time magic. As if it is not dangerous enough already. Playing in time never does any good. I have learned that much firsthand.

I couldn't agree more. Though, I can't say for sure that Dorian's magic is terribly dangerous in his hands. In others perhaps, yes, but I investigate all members of the Inquisition thoroughly. I had every aspect of his background inspected, down to the color of his under garments.

[Going to just sip her wine with an amused grin.]

[A horrible expression crosses Fenris' face at the mention of the mage, but he quickly covers it back with his usual dour expression. ]

The one I experienced was different. I suppose it was more technological than magical. It was in Exsilium, the world I was trapped in before here.

I see.

[She falls quiet, contemplating the meaning behind it as she sips her wine. Were the worlds linked somehow? It wasn't a stretch given their travels up til now.]

If I could acquire a legitimate network of information, perhaps we could find out more... or a solution to our largest problem. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find myself some spies would you? I'm finding myself rather fresh out.

[She smiles tersely, feeling a bit disappointed by that. If she had the resources she'd have little birds throughout the fleet in no time.]

[Fenris gives a soft chuckle at that. ]

I am afraid spies aren't my forte. I am sure Varric created himself a network while he was here, but Maker know who they are. I didn't even know who his connections were after ten years in Kirkwall, let alone now.

[He considers, sitting back. ]

The woman who currently owns the Space Bar, Nami. She may be of use to you. She knows a lot of people, I think she was a pirate, back home.

[She waves it off, smiling all the same.]

No matter. He was right not to share. A good spy never reveals their sources.

[At the mention of a pirate, her interest is piqued.]

A pirate? Is she as amicable as Isabela?

['Amicable' was one word for it.]

That's what he always says.

[Fenris makes a soft 'heh' sound. That's certainly a word for Isabela. ]

Mostly, though she does tend to wear more clothing.