I'm one card short of a full deck, I'm not quite the shilling [open]

[hattergonnahat]

WHO: Jefferson and YOU.
WHAT: The hatter's settling in at Skyhold. Well. As settled as he can be. The guy's kind of twitchy.
WHEN: Latter part of Solace
WHERE: Skyhold and all associated locales.
NOTES: Will add warnings as needed.

They've been shepherded to this keep in the middle of the mountain range with the promise that they aren't the only ones. That they're working on a way to send them all back home again. It's more than he expected, the courtesy and hospitality, even if some of the people in the keep give them wary looks. There have been incidents. The extent of which he's not sure, but it's not a surprise. Traveling between worlds is tricky at the best of times.

And it's never left him with a souvenir like this one. The mark feels like an invasion, like corruption, and it makes his skin crawl. Occasionally he's taken to rubbing at the green mark on his hand, sometimes without noticing that he's doing it. It's done nothing to improve his already rather nervous temperament.

Still, best thing to do for the moment is try to adapt. Don't draw too much attention, observe the goings on in the castle. He keeps his distance from the soldiers and the training ring, though he does on occasion stop to watch. He flits into the tavern and out again, able to overhear some decent bits of gossip.

There's also a library, as it turns out. It's doubtful there'd be anything of use as far as getting them home, or surely they would have found it by now, but it can't hurt to have a look on the sly. He's not quite sure if 'Rifters' are allowed to go poking through their things, so he does so when there are relatively few people around.

This isn't quite the prison he expected it to be. But that doesn't change the fact that once again, he's been torn away from his daughter. That's a bitter pill to swallow, no matter how scenic the vistas or friendly the people.

Comments

[apostafuckyou]

"Not as far as I know," Raylan agreed. "You hear rumors or speculation about it sometimes, but I doubt it actually exists." Knowing the magic that would be involved and what was or wasn't likely to be in a book with such a thing, Raylan was skeptical that anyone would go to the trouble. The only group he could see even attempting it was blood mages, meaning that any book that might have any such curse wouldn't be found here. Even then, blood mages generally kept all their things so protected that he couldn't see them needing the extra on one particular thing.

[hattergonnahat]

"Oh. It exists. Maybe not in this world, but..."

Jefferson smiled thinly once more, lips tightening as he turned a page, eyes scanning the page rapidly. "People in other realms can be a little less generous than our current hosts."

He'd had more than one experience having to deal with protective charms or hexes meant to keep out thieves and other ne'er-do-wells. If this world didn't have magic of that sort to contend with? So much the better.