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[The elf's expression is unreadable for a moment. No, there's worry and seriousness on his face, and he's not quite sure how to change it.

He is sitting on a modest bed - Anders's bed, not his, though not many would know - dressed in a rather attractive burnt orange sweater, slightly too large for his frame.]

--It is appears our friend Anders the healer has returned to Thedas. I believe his kitten went with him, which still leave us here with... two cats, I believe?

Maker watch over them, and all that. [A slight sigh and shake of his head.] I suppose while I have your attention, in the nature of these obnoxious vampire-related messages, I wish to point out that I am not dressing up for Halloween early - I in fact am unfamiliar with the holiday, though I do love a masquerade - nor am I readying Santa's shop, whomever that may be.

I am an elf all of the time, and this gorgeous for every occasion. [With a slight upturning of his lips, he ends the transmission.]

electricitytrick

[The video opens to a small apartment that's crowded with an array of empty boxes, foam, and all the rubbish that builds up when trying to put together flat-packed furniture. A small kitten plays enthusiastically with a discarded plastic bag while another, slightly older, cat is curled up watching from inside an empty box.

The video shakes and shows a quick, dizzying shot of the bare walls and ceiling of the apartment as Anders checks it's working and then puts it down on the nearest slightly stable flat surface. He's laughing far too easily, and an empty bottle of wine glimpsed briefly amongst the boxes probably explains that rather well. Fortunately with Fenris and Zevran there as well, it's not likely that he finished the entire bottle alone, though he's also quite a bit drunker than the other two seem to be. ~~Lightweight~~

He grins readily at the screen and waves with a screwdriver.]

So, we thought between the three of us that we'd get all this sorted out, but apparently not even magic can make some of this stuff go together properly. Although not for lack of trying on my part! So, I don't suppose there's anyone who mightn't mind giving us a hand or some sort of advice? I'm certain that the three of us could find some way to repay you...

[Zevran approaches Anders, sliding an arm around his shoulders and grinning suggestively.]

I still think it would be better if we'd made our little request in less clothes... but I assure you, we are very agreeable. Please help.

[Fenris looks suitably unimpressed with the pair of them.]
With clothing on.

[[ooc: Anders, Zevran, and Fenris! All three will be around and tagging!]]

bloodyantivan

[The NV is focused on Zevran against a nondescript wall: off-white, cracked in places, but nothing distinctive. He smiles. He is dressed, as usual, in his light leather armor, though the daggers he typically carries on his back are not currently visible.]

So... it appears I am about to be evicted.

Does anyone have a little spare room for an elf of many skills? I don't mind sharing a bed. [That's accompanied by a wide, wide grin.]

bloodyantivan

[The NV is filming his legs, initially. They're an attractive pair of legs for certain, wearing a pair of fine, high leather boots and what appears to be a skirt of leather armor. A man is talking, and the NV gives a shake as he makes a somewhat confused noise.]

--Are you working now, little runestone? What a strange bit of magic you are...!

[The NV tips to its side, filming what's clearly part of a shabby starter apartment, before turning to film the actual subject. Siren's Port, this is Zevran Arainai: a handsome blond elf with intriguing tattoos on the left side of his face.]

Ah. There!

[His accent is warm, speaking of far-away locales, sweltering heat, and the clash of sharp blades.]

While I have heard of the ancient elvhen mirrors that could show strange things, I never thought one would be handed to me as an arrival gift to my kidnapping, let alone that I would be expected to use it. I am still not entirely certain it will not turn me into some kind of blood thrall, send me to the Fade or the Void or turn my hair some ghastly color...! [He laughs as if all of those things would be a grand adventure.]

But this city is large, and I must know if my comrades were among the taken. They would have stuck out, much as I now do: A templar and a fierce warrior lady, both clanking about with plate armor and sword and shield, a gray-haired Circle mage with a fabulous bosom, a red-haired Orlesian woman wielding a bow and an unmatched sense of spiritual fervor, an enormous war hound, and a Qunari giant with all the sense of humor of... well, a Qunari giant. If anyone is indeed listening or watching on the other end of this runestone, I would be very much obliged for you not to use it to come find and kill me or otherwise menace me, [he sounds rather unworried: he is clearly used to such dangers] but to re-connect me with my friends.

Aside from that, if my coin is good here, I would very much like to share in a drink, a small meal, and the gossip of the day. Will someone do me the favor of giving me the name of the best tavern or inn for the displaced? If there is no such place, I suppose a brothel would serve just as well for my needs. I would be... [There's a suggestive glint in his eye.] Most grateful, for the favor.

Siren's Pull

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