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all this time.

Who: hawke & open!
Broadcast: text, fleetwide.
Action: iskaulit, málum specifically.
When: a few hours after this conversation.

so i have a question
is anyone here good with plants??? im running low on elfroot and i was wonder if anyone can
grow it or cultivate it or something i need a lot of it a constant source
also uh
lyrium need that too but it isnt something you can grow
if atroma could be so nice to give me some?? pretty please
not actually sure if you can ask them for stuff or how to
balls

im at the malum if anyone wants me

[ Indeed if anyone does go looking for Marian Hawke or happens to wander into the Malum in the next few hours they will find the Champion of Kirkwall there, tucked away in the most isolated corner she can manage nursing a drink. It might be her fifth at this point, not that it matters she has an amazing tolerance. She is leaning on the table lazily, idly thumbing through her communicator as her mabari, fondly named Dog, sits protectively by her feet.

She looks miserable, or bored, it's a little tough to tell. But what a better time to bother her, right? ]

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[Riona had been debating messaging Tyrion and asking him to keep an eye out for Hawke. If the Champion decided to do her drinking in public, so to speak, she knew it would be at the Malum. But lo and behold, before she does, she spots that post. It's all she needs to get up off her ass, grab Kiter, and haul over to the Iskaulit.

She lets the little guy trot in first, letting him sniff out Hawke. It doesn't take long, especially since she has Dog in tow. He signals to Riona with a short yip that he's found them.

Riona doesn't approach immediately. Rather, she takes a moment to assess her from a distance. Not that she expected Hawke to have a public meltdown or anything, but she still wants to get a feel before she goes in. Hawke's clearly unhappy, and Riona wonders how long she's been here. There's no way of telling without asking outright, and it ultimately doesn't matter. She's here, she's drinking (probably heavily), and Riona's determined to try and be there for her.

Blowing out a sigh, she walks over towards Marian and Dog, letting Kiter gallop ahead. He barks in greeting, tail wagging as he approaches. Riona offers Hawke a smile.]

Hey. Want some company? Looks like you could use some.

[ If it weren't for Kiter's bark she might not have notice Riona at all, turning her head to spot the pair just as Dog lifts his head. Well, she did announce where she was for all the see. That might have been a bad idea, oh well.

Hawke shifts in her chair, leaning back against it as Riona approaches, exhaustion clear upon her expression even though she is doing her best to smile in greeting. It's not fully working, but she is trying. ]

I'd never say no to your company, Highness.

[Her heart sinks at the exhaustion and the barely-there smile. If there was any doubt she hadn't talked to Fenris, that's now gone. Riona keeps a smile in place, as hard as it is. She doesn't want to dive into that just yet.]

You honor me, Champion.

[Riona takes a seat, shuffling in as Kiter sniffs at Dog in greeting.]

Any luck about your inquiry on the network? I know we have gardens on the Iskaulit, so there should be a fair share of gardeners in the fleet.

[ She's doing a terrible job at being okay, isn't she? It's practically written all over Riona's face that she can see it, can tell that her barely there mask is doing little to hide everything. Maker's balls, she needs another drink. ]

Nothing yet, but I'm hoping someone can help.

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