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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.

I can help you grow some elfroot? But I don't think you can just get lyrium. It doesn't seem like that's something that's entirely possible.

[ Or safe, but... ]

[He'll keep on casually passing her by while he swans around not-working. He's absolutely not keeping an eye on her, that's silly. He's just being nosy. Yup. that's what it is. ]

Is it a kind of houseplant? I can do those pretty well. I mean, you'd need a seed or something because creating life is beyond even me. But I could give it a go.

There're like a million gardens. Can't you find that in some of those?

And why would you want to ask the Atroma for anything? The only thing they've done is being mysterious pains in the ass for no reason at all.

[It's not even like it's for entertainment or because of an oath or to protect innocence. They're just assholes.]

I asked a while back and I guess there's a community garden that anyone can use. I've picked up some extra wide pots (sort of rectangular shaped?) for it and you're free to have one, if you'd like. I don't know a lot about gardening so I can't help you much more than that.

And if asking for stuff works like this, I hope you'll let me know. Don't mind a little sweet talking our captors if it gets me what I want.

[wait, isn't that the name of the person he rambled at drunkenly for like forty-five minutes] What's wrong with you

What's that stuff like drugs or something

I fear I am not good with plants, per se, but while Lady Makie sleeps I have the care of the gardens on the Iskaulit, and one of the things we strive to do is provide space for any to grow whatever is needed.

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