driftfleet | 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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that i am

ive been hoping for an hour now it isnt doing much good
its both the potions and the lyrium itself i need for reasons
and science
mostly science

Can you see the surly cook with the stupid hat?

[It's relevant.]

There has to be a way for them to give you things from home. I got something after that whole mess where people peeked into my past. Small recompense for that, if you ask me.

the green haired one?
who looks like he needs a haircut
yeah i can see him

[ Not that Hawke can talk, her own hair is a mess these days. ]

i thought maybe asking nicely would work but who knows
maybe i have to get eaten by a giant monster or something

Fine. I'll be there in a bit. You'll know me when I get there.

[ Considering Zaveid and Velvet and now Mikleo, Edna's not going to bother anyone about their hair. She doesn't care that much. Her hair is perfectly perfect. Everyone else is subpar. ]

If that's what you think is a good plan, I'm not so sure I want to help you now.

okay then?

[ What does that even mean? Is this girl one of Zaveid's invisible friends or something? ]

no it is a terrible plan
admittedly i am not a good planner
id rather make stuff up as i go things normally work out fine that way

[She doesn't bother responding via text. She just takes a shuttle over to the Iskaulit and makes her way to the bar. It's only the second time she's been in the place, but she'd look out of place no matter if people could see her or not.

She's only four-foot six and looks like she's about twelve, from her dress and hair and other accouterments.

She looks around for the most obnoxious person in the bar, doesn't see Zaveid, but spots a woman with strange facial markings. Then she approaches.]

The herb, I assume you have one on you, right?

[ Hi. Welcome to Edna, Hawke. ]

[ While she didn't quite realize who it was when she spotted the young girl, Hawke certainly noticed her. Short stature, blonde hair, wearing boots and gloves that seem like they are about four sizes too big.

It's a surprise when she hears her speak, causing the champion to stare stunned for a few seconds. ]

What?

[ Herb? Oh, right, the elfroot. ]

In my pack, yeah, one second.

[ Turning to the pack sitting on top of the table Hawke digs around, pulling out a couple of books and potions; one red, the other two glowing a soft blue. Finally after a moment or two of fishing around she pulls out a piece elfroot, specifically the root part of the plant. ]

Here.

[Young girl indeed. And despite her small stature, she's really the scariest person that Hawke will have the chance to meet. Perhaps because of her innocently looking face.

When she gets the delayed reaction from the woman, Edna doesn't do anything but stand there with her gloved hand out for the herb to be placed in it like she requested and her face a mask of annoyed blankness that she pulls off so well.

Once the plant is in her hand, her face transforms into one of complete concentration. People she might not like, but plants, rocks, dirt.... those are her element. Literally.]

It's like sage on my world. The roots are similar. I can do something with this, but it'll take some time. Nature can only be forced so far.

[ It takes her a moment, Hawke has had a considerable amount of alcohol by this point, before she seems to settle. Or at least look less surprised by the seemingly young girl in front of her.

She keeps silent as the root leaves her fingers at the girl's expression shifts from irritation to concentration, inspecting the root intently. The silence feels like it goes on forever, feels like it grinds against Hawke's nerves.

It's why she breathes a sight of relief when Edna speaks, muscles relaxing to sink into the chair. More happy that the silence has been broken than the news delivered. ]

You can? [ S c o r e. ] I don't expect anything instantly, it's for the future. Rather not run out at some vital moment.

[Since Edna doesn't really bother with humans, she'd rather think the woman was just stupid, because drinking doesn't really register as an actual ailment.

But—maybe it's Sorey's terrible influence—that doesn't stop her from helping if she can.]

Yes, shouldn't be too difficult. I've dealt with worse. [Dragons, Zaveid, Kittybeard, Pathetic Pansy.] You have a name, Herb lady?

[ She's a curt one, isn't she? It's pretty endearing when she thinks about it, mind twisting what if scenarios idly. You know what would be really funny? Pitting this girl against the some of the clerics from the Chantry, that would be really funny. To Hawke's inebriated mind at least.

For the first time in at least four hours Marian Hawke manages a smile, a genuine smile. ]

It's Hawke, and yours?

[Sister, you have no clue. She's also a disciplinarian, so Hawke should really watch it if they get any closer than this.

And those stupid clerics would be crushed under the weight of Edna's irritation if they could even see her. Probably even if they couldn't. She hates stupidity.]

Edna. Give me a week, Featherhead.

Edna, that's a pretty name.

[ The smile almost feels odd on her face but it doesn't stop, growing wider as she laughs. Featherhead, that's a new one. She doesn't at all seem to be insulted by it, if anything for a moment she looks almost proud. ]

Alright, a week. Sounds good. [ She should have enough to last that long, at the very least. ] If this works I'll forever be in your debt, Edna.

I didn't pick it.

[But she doesn't hate it either.]

We can talk about how you can pay me back later.

[ She likes this plan, this is a good plan. ]

I'll be around here when you need me.

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