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[viran]

Who: Mahna Lavellan
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva, if you'd like
When: Pre-shuffle

[By the time he's sorted out that he's no longer in Thedas, Mahna's patience has all but run out. The silence had woken him and the continued lack of birds chattering or insects buzzing unsettles him far more than he expects. Instead, inane music plays under his strained voice.]

I am Lord Inquisitor Lavellan and it would serve you well to return my companions to me.

[He hates titles, hates formality, but if it gets his comrades back, he'll throw them around as much as necessary. Nevermind that he's in a foreign place where 'Lord Inquisitor' might just as easily put a target on his back. If Corypheus is behind this, he won't run and hide.]

I was traveling with three others and a ram: Dorian of House Pavus, Lady Mai Bhalsych of Korse, The Iron Bull of the Bull's Chargers, and Lord Woolsley of Redcliffe. If any harm has come to them, I can assure you it will be repaid in kind.

Comments

[forcemageure]

Maker's breath, at this rate Thedas will be barren of all life before the end of the year.

[ Lolingly exasperated. ]

[viran]

[Someone else familiar with Thedas. That's a bit of a comfort.] Do you hail from there yourself, stranger? [Oops, hunter habits die hard.]

[forcemageure]

[ Hey, 'stranger' from Dalish folk is as glowing a reception as it gets! He'll take it. ]

With some notoriety, yes. [ He finds this funny, because what else is he going to do? ] My name's Hawke.

[viran]

[Ah. This Hawke has decidedly less up top than the version Mahna knew.] Hawke? [How to play this cool, uhhhh] You look... different from when I last saw you.

[forcemageure]

[ YEAH THE BEARD THING about that. Anyway. His mouth quirks up at one corner; if nothing else the same of humor is probably still the same. ]

It's because I'm not buried in whiskers, isn't it? Or because I'm not a woman, that's happened too. Or a hulking lummox carrying a big bloody sword and no sense of humor. For what it's worth if I recognized you you'd have obliterated us all with sarcasm by now. Quietly.

[ So, different Inquisitor. He shrugs, affable. ]

You'll get used to it.

[viran]

[Yeah, his version of Hawke had a better sense of humor than Mahna too. At the moment, Mahna's still a little too confused and dazed. He stares back for a silent moment before nodding.]

Seems none of us are who we are expected to be.