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WHO: Carlos and OPEN
WHAT: Carlos arrives at Kirkwall
WHEN: Throughout the Day
WHERE: Around the Inquisition's headquarters in Kirkwall
NOTES: None yet.

I. Fresh Off The Boat

When Carlos arrived and finally settled away from the ship, he had to brace himself up against the nearest solid structure. He needed that moment to get his land legs back. He had managed to not throw up once during the trip, but that didn't mean he hadn't felt sick nearly the entire time. Now that he was back on solid ground he felt wobbly and it took him a moment to regain his composure.

Still, he had arrived. He had made it! While the statues and gates had terrified countless mages before him, he felt relieved to be here. It had been a long trip. Not just the ship ride over, but everything that had happened to him since the Rebellion had started. He felt as if all of it had moved him towards this place where so many had died and suffered but which managed to hold all of the promise of his future.

Once he had soothed his stomach and could stand without swaying, he grabbed his staff, straightened his robes, and walked into the Gallows. He had someone he wanted to find but first he needed to report to the Inquisition's headquarters here.

II. Settling In

The person he had been seeking had been found, had directed him to a good meal, and had made sure he had a space to sleep and spend his time. Now he needed to settle in.

He was used to not having very many belongings. His mother had never given him anything that was truly his and the Circle had been more about shared spaces and items. As he unpacked he only has a few healing supplies and books really, but he still took the time to arrange them in his space in an organized way.

He liked the fact that he has a bed assigned to him. Having a bed of his own was still a luxury, even if it was in a space he shared with the other members of the Inquisition. He hoped his neighbors were nice, at least. It was always good to like the people who would be around when you were sleeping.

III. Medic Tents

Carlos knew eventually he would be assigned a role and have to stick with it, but after settling in and meeting a few people he really wanted to check out the medic tents. He was curious about how things are set up here and he wanted to offer help where he could. Healing was something he was good at, even if he still had a lot to learn.

He didn't want to intrude on patients though, so for a moment he sort of lingered outside and looked at the entrance with a curious and hopeful expression.

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"Oh, well, thank you." She honestly doesn't expect thanks for this task she's appointed herself. Knowing the dangers, she decided it was something that still needed to be studied before it overwhelmed them all. But Christine is thankful to her team for sticking with this too.

"I have a very dedicated team that has done much to get us as far as we have."

"That's one thing I've noticed, even working on the field with the Inquisition. It's people really do want what is best for everyone else."

"We would not be fighting this war if we did not," she answers soberly.

"Maybe that's one of the reasons we can get both mages and templars. Even after everything that happened. In the end, most of us are good people who want to do right by the world."

"This is true. The Inquisition is proof of that. If only the rest of the world would see our example and not think us mad for it." But change comes slowly; so very slowly. And the more you wish for it, the slower it seems to go just to spite you.

"I don't know. I'm probably a little mad," Carlos answers, meaning it as a bit of a joke.

"Oh?" she asks lightly. "I am sure you will find a table to sit at here. Plenty would admit the same." Mostly because of their sense of humor, wishing to be contrary at every opportunity. Christine makes allowances, but she would prefer if people spoke plainly.

"Oh good, it's nice to know I won't have too hard a time fitting in, then," Carlos replied, meaning it as a joke only halfway.