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Well. Nevarra sucked. He's not entirely surprised with how things turned out, but it's still frustrating. At least they're back in Kirkwall now.

A. Not exactly a scholar

Oh yes, this is a rare sight. Carver Hawke, in the library. Reading. Well, attempting to anyway. The rather tall man is almost dwarfed by the stack of books around him; clearly he's been here for awhile, judging by the stacks and the empty plate next to him. His brow's creased in a perpetual frown as he pages through the book in front of him. Occasionally, he'll jot down something in a little piece of parchment next to him. But often he'll just cross it out later. Whatever he's trying to discern, it's not going well.

After awhile, he shoves the book away from him, blowing out a frustrated breath. Calloused hands run over his face, scrubbing at it. "I'm not cut out for this," he mutters.

B. Gotta keep in shape

Now this is much more his style. Despite the cold weather, Carver's still outside, practicing his sword form. He whet his blade plenty on the undead that swarmed them in the Grand Necropolis, but that doesn't mean he gets to slack off. And really, it's more something to just keep his mind occupied and feel somewhat productive. For now, he's practicing on one of the dummies set up... somewhere. Someone probably propped up a few somewhere, right? Right.

Of course, a real partner that can react and swing back would be ideal. But Carver's never been much of one to ask for a sparring partner; too used to doing it on his own and all. Still, he won't say no if someone offers. If he knows you, he'll wave in greeting. If not, he'll either likely ignore you or just nod. Or if you're REALLY lucky and he likes you, you might just get a smile.

Or just don't let him know you're there and ogle him from a distance. He's getting warm from the movements, so he's ditched the coat. Now he's just rocking a threadbare shirt and pants, so.

C. Griffons are better than people

Because fuck people, honestly. Griffons don't care about politics or image or whatever. They just want food and head scratches. And after the Grand Necropolis debacle, Carver's happy to spend time up there with the beasts, giving them bits of food and learning about them. They're used to him enough now that they're not quite as rambunctious and screechy when he comes up, though that might have more to do with the fact that he always comes with food.

Carver's also wisened up; most of the shiny things on him are hidden or just entirely absent. Still, it doesn't stop one from trying to pick at a button on his shirt. Carver gently whaps its beak. "Don't you try it. Beth will give me that look and chide me, and I can't sew for shit." A protesting squawk. "Look, I'll bring you something big and shiny to play with next time. Knowing our luck, you'd swallow this thing and choke on it."

He gets perturbed look.

"I'm right and you know it."

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That makes two of them who feel more than a bit out of place here. Despite all of the lessons, reading still seems like something that simply… happens to other people, something inaccessible and out of reach. It probably doesn’t help that a lot of the tomes in here are quite advanced.

“It must be an important task, if you’re willing to make such a sacrifice,” he muses, raising an eyebrow. “What exactly are you trying to accomplish here?

Oh har har har. Though, this sort of does pain him, if he's being entirely honest. He's really not cut out for this, to pour over books and tomes and parchment, looking for answers just dancing out of his reach. But this is important, and thus he's willing to take the pain upon himself.

"Going back and forth between two things. Trying to find out more about taking care of the griffons - specifically how to breed them." Those tomes likely exist somewhere. The problem is, those are probably all in Weisshaupt. "And also anything on red lyrium." This... he has a lot less faith on. His eyes have started burning from all he's read about lyrium, but nothing to shed even a modicum of light about red lyrium.

Look, Fenris is right there with you. Maybe. Sometimes, he does wonder vaguely what it might have been like, had he had a different life, and a choice in that life. Would he have been more inclined to spend time hunched over books? Or something else entirely? But those aren't questions to bother with for now.

"So you're aspiring to become the official griffon matchmaker? Hm." He gives him an appraising stare, as if very seriously thinking over this whole notion. "I suppose your order must need one of those if you're to carry on with what you have now. Are you at least getting close, with either of those?"

"Ha. Something tells me I wouldn't cut out for it, whatever it entails." Though, honestly, he's not inexperienced with animals breeding. He did live on a farm throughout his childhood and adolescence. Though none of them were able to fly, or were as smart as griffons. "But we need that information. Both on the griffons and red lyrium. I've had little luck with either. The red lyrium's been a recent discovery, so I'm not surprised there. Likely there's information about the griffons, but I suspect Weisshaupt has it. Assuming those records survived."

"I have no doubt it's important to find out more about both... That red lyrium especially. Though I wouldn't mind if we took a stance of just destroying it all on sight."

Considering what it's capable of, the more they know about it, the better. He dreads to think of how they're likely experimenting with it right now, in Tevinter, and how it might be used against them. "Would the Wardens attempt a trip to Weisshaupt to investigate, someday? Or is that too much to ask, given you're tied to the Inquisition at the moment?" He's not sure how the Inquisition itself prioritizes the griffons, after all.

"I'm all for destroying it, too. But I also rather not have it come back, which it could if we don't get to the bottom of what it is, exactly." And it's hard to fight something that you don't understand all that well.

Weisshaupt. He's never been there, but he knows of what happened there. Well, somewhat. But what little or much he's heard, he does know that most likely aren't going to go back there easily. "I don't know. Given what happened, most probably don't want to make a return trip unless necessary. And I don't know if they would even want us there."

"As long as those experimenting with it don't misuse it for their own ends..." He's sure they probably have relatively good-intentioned people working with it, but just the notion that they're doing anything with it at all is unsettling to Fenris. No situation can be fully trusted when there's magic or lyrium involved.

"I can understand that... Sometimes, it's for the best not to return. Now I see why you're searching for answers in another way."

"Less likely, if under a watchful eye, and I can't see the Inquisition risking it given how shaky its reputation is as is." Key words being 'less likely', as Carver knows as well as Fenris that people are capable of making stupid decisions where that stuff is concerned.

"For the time being, I don't think Weisshaupt is safe." Until he can get the whole story from one of the Wardens about what happened, he's not risking going there. "But it's the heart of the order, and where the information is kept. This?" He gestures at the books in front of him. "All a long shot in the deep dark."

"Yes. Less likely."

Exactly. Fenris still isn't sure just how much he trusts the Inquisition as a whole... He simply trusts it more than he would, say, Tevinter. There are worse organizations out there, and the Inquisition does have a very anti-demons and corruption stance. But even so. It's made some strange decisions at times.

"It sounds like you have an especially burdensome task ahead of you, going through all of these books for something that may not be there... I don't envy you."

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