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[kissingchamp]

[ A scruffy woman appears on the screen. Her hair is a wild mess and her eyes are darkly blotted with eyeshadow. She rather looks like a girl that got trashed and passed out with her make-up on. Hold onto your pants - it doesn't get much better. ]

Hello! Hello? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Sexy.

No, no, that's not right. That's his name, not for you.

TARDIS! I'm Time-And-Relative-Dimension-In-Space.

No. Wait. Yes, but no. What was she called?

[ The woman ducks her head, thoughtfully, one translucent nail furiously tapping at her lower lip. Nevermind liquor, she's chattering away way too quickly. ]

Ah! Idris! You may call me Idris.

Where's my thief? Thief! Yoohoo! I know you're only ten. I know we've not met yet, but you know me, surely you do. Will. Have. Tenses! Thief? Has anyone seen my thief?

Comments

[kissingchamp]

Ah. And what of your gods? Do you believe in all of them, or is there a sort of patron god?

[arlathansgrace]

The vallaslin is the god you're dedicated to. [She hopes she doesn't get asked who her god is (in part because no one can identify her vallaslin thank you BioWare :|), but figures she can lie if it comes down to it.] The one you've chosen to follow, or who represents your craft. Our Keepers, the ones who remember our history and lore, wear Dirthamen's vallaslin.