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[ The feed turns on. Leliana looks closely at the notebook and waves her hand in front of the video feed. It mirrors her movements. There are other people in other windows and they are all watching her! She wonders if this is what the other side of the mirror feels like. ]

This… communication device is so interesting! Is it some sort of, um, ancient magic? I don’t know much about those, I am afraid, but it is certainly useful, no?

This place is really grand. I don’t think I have ever been anywhere like here. Not in Ferelden. Not in Orlais. Not in Orzammar. I am sure these walls and windows have a lot of stories to tell, and these grand spaces have a lot of adventure to uncover. [She giggles.] I am going to find out, soon enough.

I still can’t believe I’m here! I can’t tell if I’m dead or if I’m dreaming. I hope nobody pinches me awake soon, at least.

Oh. But I have certainly babbled enough, I think. I am Leliana! It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!

[ ooc: psst, mods, it's Leliana not Lelania in the tags. :D ]

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[Finally, a face from home that brings up mostly-pleasant memories that aren't marred by the awkwardness of death or crazy witches.]

I'd be happy to defend you faithfully from would-be pinchers.

[His grin? The doofiest.]

My hero!

[ Giggles. Oh, it's so nice to see a familiar face! ]

I will admit, I did not expect to see you here. The Maker works in mysterious ways, no?

[Oh. Oh man, is she happy to see a familiar face. Elissa is positively gleeful to see her.]

Not a dream, I promise you. It's not as a pleasant as you might think, though.

If we're to believe people here, the Maker has less directly to do with this than I'd like.

[He waves a hand to the side.]

But, on the upside -- no darkspawn! So far.

[ Look! Look, it's the boss! She hasn't seen her in a while. ]

I did not think it would be, and since you are here, then expect it would be like old times. How exciting!

Most assuredly not. There's no darkspawn, no nobles to rally to a cause, and no Archdemon to slay...yet.

[But she says it with a smile so, hey, it's all good.]

But things are cleaner here and there's plenty of trouble to get involved in, if I do say so myself. It just takes some getting used to.

This could not be a coincidence, Alistair. We've been summoned for a higher calling. [ She sighs. ]

"So far?"

Ooh. Trouble and clean boots? This might as well be a dream.

But if there are no darkspawn and no nobles, then what kind of trouble are you talking about?

What line of work takes you to Ferelden, and Orlais, and Orzammar?

[No, they haven't met.]

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Well, I don't want to jinx anything.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You know the others would just blame me if one showed up after that.

The people who have brought us here wish to conscript us into their war. They send us to other points in time - if you can believe that - to carry out their missions. We're their soldiers, and little else.

There's always the chance for complications, I've heard. Somehow, people can be brought back from the dead as well.

If you're dreaming, well— usually it's pretty ladies that appear in my dreams, not the other way around.

I was a traveling minstrel from Orlais, you see. I sang at the grandest of parties and told stories at the smallest of chapels. Traveling, singing and meeting people used to be my life.

I never went to Orzammar until the Warden -- Cousland over there -- brought me there, though. Dwarven politics are nothing short of completely terrifying, let me tell you.

Oh, you're one of hers. [Says the pot to the kettle.] Did she buy your love with the gift of a small animal, too?

[ She laughs. ] Oh, she did indeed! She gave me the cutest, little nug, Schmooples. I miss Schmooples. He was such a dear. But I can't understand why, even after I adorned him with the most darling ribbon around his neck, all the dwarves I met only wanted to eat him.

Oh, you are quite the charmer, aren't you?

I'm sure you won't! And if it is your fault, somehow, it would be an accident and you can't be blamed for it, I think.

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Then I will fight. Whatever it is we're fighting for, I'm sure it's a matter of grave importance, or else the Maker wouldn't have brought us here.

And where is Schmooples now?

[ :( ]

I think he got left behind at camp. Poor Schmooples!

[JUST WHAT SHE NEEDED

ORLESIANS]

I suppose the Antivan will be next.

[it's said plainly and her expression is neutral...hard to tell if she's joking or being serious.]

You are neither dead nor dreaming.

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[Alistair's lips twitch into a smirk.]

With Morrigan here? I'm not so sure about that.

[ Aaaahah.]

Don't worry - you're not dead. [ NOT THAT SHE SOUNDS WORRIED but still. ] Dreaming is harder to tell, but I doubt that's the case, either. As for your communicator, it's not magic at all - though, if you didn't recognize it, you probably don't know much about this kind of technology either.

[ SHE'S FERELDAN!!! :( ]

I hope it is. Zevran is great company!

He would adore you, Lady Anora.

Morrigan's here?

[ A long, patient sigh. ]

Well, they do say obstacles are the Maker's way of making His children stronger.

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