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WHO: Alejandro Borges
WHAT: Alejandro is in the Undercroft making shit, you can come bother him.
WHEN: Catch-all for Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold Undercroft
NOTES: Alejandro.

OPEN

It's been an eventful time in the Inquisition, and even though he's not been in any field missions -- nor does he really intend to be anytime soon -- there's enough that goes on in Skyhold for anyone to be preoccupied. Whether it's damned mage terrorists hanging around being smug dicks, or a random bizarre illness sweeping over the residents because of weird-as-fuck armor, nothing stays quiet for long.

One day, shit will stop being weird and he'll go back to Antiva or something.

That'll be the day.

But today, specifically, Alejandro is working away, focused on a crafting what seems to be a little soldier figurine of sorts. The figurine is clamped in his prosthetic arm while his real hand is working on the finer details.

ZEVRAN

A simple note had been left for his old friend.

Zev,

Your shit's finished. Come say hello and I'll show you the details.

- Alejandro

Which is true enough. After working on Zevran's request and several bumps in the road, he's developed some things he feels fairly proud of to share. That, and a little something for Zevran himself, if he wants it.

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Christine rarely shows up at the Undercroft herself, though the healing and regeneration potions do need restocked from time to time. She isn't sure if that's needed today, but she does bring several potions in a satchel as she ventures down, just in case the people working there are busy. She's curious as to what else they make down there, and how much overlap there is with the armory. It's not likely she needs anything made, and if she did, she would probably go to Sam anyway. Yet it's still worth a look.

Heading down the stairs, she sees a man at work and so she moves over the the potions table, opening the cabinet doors below and setting the potions bottles on the shelf. Then she straightens and glances around, a little intrigued at all the fancy tools around. Her eyes fall on the man working, and she notices the prosthetic arm. A result of war, perhaps? As a healer, she's seen many injuries, but to survive losing an arm? He's very lucky.

Before she can be accused of staring, she shifts focus to the figurine and speaks. "For one of the refugee children perhaps?" she asks, her accent Orlesian.

Grenades are something he's a little more familiar with, but refills for potions is easy enough when it's in stock. He isn't concerned that Christine is stopping by, and doesn't mind her presence much as he continues to work on his little project.

When she speaks up, he lifts his head, then Alejandro shrugs a shoulder. "Well, it wasn't in my mind immediately, but s'pose it could be," he responds, his voice having a faint hint of Antivan in it. "Not like I got room to keep these around, anyway.

"Anything I can do for you, ma'am?"

"Ah, not in particular, no," she admits, folding her hands in front of herself. "But I know little about what is done down here, and I thought I would have a look. You must have different duties than those in the armory, yes?" Otherwise, what was the point of this area?

"Sure. Mostly work on smithing, but I compile grenades, traps -- the works." Alejandro snorts softly. "If you're looking for potions, I can work 'em all right but it's not really my specialty."

"Oh," she replies, knowing of grenades, but mostly in the context of others using them. "Do you know how to make healing mist too? I know that is also lumped in with grenades, though it does good and not harm. And the traps: are those for battles or capturing game?"

"Bit of a little of everything." That earns a low chuckle from Alejandro as he gives her more of his attention.

"Healing mist I can do. I generally make things explode, but I can make those no problem. Traps come in a few ways: if you want a trap strong enough to distract a Red Templar, I got those, or I got some for capturing game." Personally, he prefers to make the types that crunch through red lyrium, but everyone has different priorities.

"Now that would be something to have," she muses thoughtfully. "I wish to study the Red Templars' new abilities, to find ways to protect against them. If traps can slow them down, that would be of great benefit." Their priorities aren't so different, except she needs a few pieces of red lyrium to stay intact, so they can be studied.

"Yeah? Well, if you're into taking down those bastards, then I'm down to makin' you some traps. I'll talk to Dagna and see if we can put some runes on them to keep them down long enough for you to deal with 'em and study what they can do."

Alejandro walks to one of the workbenches. "They don't work too differently than bear traps, but they snap harder, so definitely make sure you know where the hell you're stepping or you might lose a leg. But I'll make sure you know how to disarm 'em too."

It's not what Christine expected when she came down to the Undercroft, but she's cautiously optimistic that traps could work. She follows after him to the workbench, taking note of that warning.

"That would be wonderful, thank you. I mostly wish to study the red lyrium itself, but I will need to examine Red Templars too in order to fully understand, and the lyrium affects them all differently. Some become incredibly fast, others as tall as giants."