week 1

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Week 1

[After the reveal of their handsome and well-dressed but stern-looking Overseer on Sunday, the Champions were left to their own devices in investigating the mall to their hearts' content. At around 10 pm every night the lights in all the shops will go down and the sturdy metal grates over the doors of the restaurants will go down. The stores will remain unlocked, though.

On Monday morning, a buzzing alarm chirps at them again from their PIPs at 7 am on the dot. There's also a pop-up message waiting for them: a notice announcing Xander will be holding office hours

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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[desperateprayer]

Levin, Held sect. I... I live and work in a monastery off the Anonymous Coast of Lucifenia.

[ That seems to be the best way to describe it. ]

[neverheardofhim]

[The longer she rattles out unfamiliar names, the more Varric seems to relax.]

So, nothing about Andraste, the Maker or their seven year long chants?

[desperateprayer]

I'm afraid I've never heard of those.

[ This is supported by a rather blank look, because those aren't really... The names of anything she recognizes. ]

[neverheardofhim]

Then neither of us have anything to worry about.

[He looked down to his papers, then back up at her.]

So. You're married, but you're not? I'd ask you how something like that happens but... [He motioned to his stack of papers.] Turns out, weird shit like that is common here.

[desperateprayer]

Mm. It's not that being a nun prohibits me under my religion so much as... I don't recall it and I'm not even sure--

[ why someone ]

--who would marry me. Not someone from the monastery, many of us are... Well, we took refuge there following a recent war. We've all likely lost too much. And since I'm the primary caregiver for the children there, I don't really get to leave often... And I shouldn't have a last name, either. I'm from Elphegort, and only nobility and royalty has a surname there.

[ It's. Puzzling, to say the least. ]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric blinks, having not expected the deluge of information. Nevertheless, it doesn't take him long to pick up his pen and start writing down what Clarith told him. Who knew how important it would be.]

You want my opinion? [He doesn't wait for her to respond.] Don't worry about it. Most everyone on here has something that doesn't make sense. It's probably part of whatever game they're trying to get us to play.

Best not to give in.

[desperateprayer]

[ Anything might be important, and if someone is working on gathering information... ]

Mm. Maybe. I hope that's all.

[neverheardofhim]

You think it's something else? [He pulls over a new piece of paper and lifts his pen, ready to transcribe whatever comes out of her mouth.]

[desperateprayer]

...Don't you think it strange that a lot of the incorrect information has some crossover with other people here?

[neverheardofhim]

I think all of us feel that way. But I'm sure it's just their way of making sure we play their game.