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[ohmygodgreywardens]

[It was something he would never admit, but Cailan didn't know most of the weapons that they were allowed to choose from. Something called a gun? Another one called a machine gun? Even the explanation of what they were was unsatisfactory, but there was a large group of weapons that he knew.

And finding his father's blade helped narrow the field down considerably. What he didn't know was what he was supposed to do now. They said they would send him on missions, but he wouldn't get to plan them. He couldn't go home, even though there was long awaited glory waiting back home, and his kingdom needed him.

Plus he had no idea what to do with this little book thing. What was he supposed to do, look at it? Read it, in some way, or communicate with others like he was told? This would all be exciting if he knew what was going on. Well. It was pretty exciting, anyway. Being sent to the bank, he was in full armor, tapping at the screen of the "book" and ignoring the stares of people walking by, most of whom were going on the other side of the street.]

Hello? This is King Cailan Theirin of Ferelden, I require information. [He keeps tapping at the screen.] I admit, I'm more used to books back home being less complex then this.

[He gives a roguish grin, something he isn’t even sure if anyone can see.]

Is someone there? There will be quite a bit of gold involved if anyone is able to help me understand this thing, I can assure you of that. I’m a king, after all, I’m sure I can afford a bit of help, even in... such a strange place as this!

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[ohmygodgreywardens]

[Wow. Wow. Cailan almost didn't recognize him with the garish shirt on and... what is he wearing? Was this a new thing back home that he didn't know about? Or were standards so much lower here?]

It's good to see you... what do you wish me to call you? Should I call you Warden, seeing as you are a Grey Warden, after all.

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[woahwoahawkward]

If you call me Warden, I think that'll get a bit -- complicated quickly. There are many of us here, whether that's a fortune or not.

[He furrows his brows. The last time he'd seen Cailan, it had been his animated body trying to beat his skull in. So...]

Just -- Alistair is fine, my King. It is a relief to see you well.

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[ohmygodgreywardens]

That is true, I wouldn't wish to confuse anyone because of a name. [Sometimes he wishes his name was Warden.]

Alistair, then. [And you can keep calling him "my King".] Now, I must ask... what are you wearing?

[And can he get a shirt like that?]

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[woahwoahawkward]

Oh!

[He smooths down the shirt. Heh, he knows how Anora hates them -- don't think he doesn't. But he thinks their smart, and he's ... a little passive aggressive, okay.]

The fashions here are much more functional than chainmail and plate, but they have many more patterns and styles than they ever did at home. I quite like this one.

Sharp, don't you think?

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[They really must be brothers, because Cailan one hundred percent agrees with him.]

I quite like it as well. [Yes. Yes he does.] Much flashier then armor, even without the shine to it.

[woahwoahawkward]

I've seen shirts in the store that shine like armour, but nothing with a pattern quite like this.

[At least he knows that Cailan won't tell anyone about this conversation in a negative way.]

This place does have its advantages.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[No negative way here, bro. He'll just clap you on the back.]

No better time then now to see these advantages. Maybe, if we're lucky, we'll find a place to trade the gold and get such a shirt!

[woahwoahawkward]

[See, this is how people know they're related]

I'm sure we could. There's plenty of shops here for all sorts of things.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[They are. It will be even more apparent when they wear matching shirts.]

Then onward, my good man! Troubling times always call for a bit of pleasure. Just enough to offset it, of course.

[woahwoahawkward]

[Welp, Anora is going to threaten to kill him -- but that's nothing new, really.]

There's also all sorts of food shops here, that sell things I've never even heard about until now!

I'm a bit peckish.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[Thank the Makers, he is, too. So glad that Alistair admitted it first.]

I am, as well. Some clothes, some more food, and a decent drink would do me the well of good, right now.

[woahwoahawkward]

[He nods. They can head to one of the cafes or perhaps one of the sit-down restaurants, and they'll both be able to pay with this place's currency.]

Nothing settles you into a new place like some food, I think. There are a few shops that sell it -- perhaps we should stop when something smells appetizing.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[Oh wait he has to learn this new currency, doesn't he D: This place is terrible, despite the shirts.]

So long as there is meat and plenty of it, it should be fine. [Smile!] Nothing can be worse then the gruel you eat while in camp!

[woahwoahawkward]

[And Alistair laughs.]

Of course, my King.

[He'll be steering them toward ... a burger place, because meat and potatoes are pretty safe.]

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[At least when he's laughing, he's not looking as worried as before. Cailan has been seeing that with everyone, lately. The ones from back home, the ones he could see over this book thing, they all looked worried. Sounded worried. He could see that, plain as day.

But burgers sounded delicious. Whatever they were.]

This place is nothing like back home. I'd be almost worried about what else is out there, that it can be modeled after another place in this world.

[And once they get inside.] But the food smells better then home. What is this place?

[woahwoahawkward]

A 'restaurant'. They'll make you all sorts of food that's on the menu, which is much bigger than at a tavern.

[Yes, all of them look better when they're not focusing on trying not to tell Cailan he dies or that they're married to his wife now.]

Look at all the options -- and they come with 'sides' as well, usually potatoes or -- vegetables.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

Do they serve ale, here? One of those would not be rejected.

[They didn't look like they were lying though. Just not telling everything to him right now.]

We should bring one of these back to Ferelden. [Very thoughtful. Very thoughtful. Also, that's not a choice, potatoes or vegetables. It's always potatoes.]

[woahwoahawkward]

[Well, that's true. It's just to protect his delicate brain, okay.]

Not here, but there are some pubs we could go to afterward if you like.

[And they can get more food to stuff in their faces.]

[ohmygodgreywardens]

[Even the plastic trays were spiffy, even if Cailan could barely see his because of the food on it, when they finally sat down.]

This is rather good! [He'll try to not stuff his face. It seemed more royal to not shovel food into his mouth, even if he wanted to. But he does pause in his second burger to say something.]

There seem to be many people from home in this city.

[woahwoahawkward]

[Alistair nods his agreement while stuffing ketchup-covered fries in his mouth.]

We have been fortunate in that way. I suppose that they have figured out Grey Wardens -- and Kings -- from our world make excellent assets.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

Do they? I was told by this person that many of us have been brought here accidentally.

[Which, if it's true, is disappointing, and he hides that with another burger bite.] That someone else was to be picked, and we only got in the way.

[woahwoahawkward]

Well, I've heard both sides of it. I suppose it depends on who you ask.

[...okay, he was at least partly stroking Cailan's ego and partly making a joke, but he's just going to not touch that one. The last thing he wants to do is get on his secret-brother-and-wife-sharing-person's bad side.]

[ohmygodgreywardens]

Maybe I should have asked someone else, instead of just the one. [That's said with some relief; it was terrible, to think that he wasn't supposed to be here, when they'd gone through all this trouble to bring him here.]

This is... not terrible. I haven't seen the sleeping arrangements yet, though!

[woahwoahawkward]

[He is totally not going to mention who he's rooming with because he doesn't want Cailan to be suspicious with, so...]

Well! All the bedrooms are completely separate, and they're also quite spacious and comfortable. Not at all drafty.

[ohmygodgreywardens]

But we have roommates, is that right? That's what the woman... the one in the robe, that is what she said. I suppose roommates wouldn't be too bad, depending on who they are. But it's asking too much to be roomed with those you already know, isn't it?