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[malavhenan]

WHO: Finel and YOU
WHAT: February catch-all
WHEN: Beginning a few days after Kirkwail
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Finel has lots of people still to meet - starters available on request or hit me with anything and I'll roll with it

I. The Library

The library has quickly become his favorite place in the Gallows, and as such he finds a reason to be there nearly every day for several hours. Some times, he's bent over a large volume at a table, a small leather bound notebook open to the side with pen and ink as he takes notes on different magical techniques - mostly healing magics, but also digging into the histories of Thedas, and on occasion some more esoteric volumes on the Fade.

Other times he just wanders through the rows, marveling at titles and enjoying the relative quiet. Even though the room is densely filled and surrounded by stone, he feels settled and safe, here.

On one occasion, he happens to have overstayed himself. Head pillowed on one arm, arm resting against the open book, Finel appears fast asleep at the table.



II. The Wounded Coast

The stone of the Gallows and the bustle of Kirkwall at times feel like all too much. Unused to the constant closeness of a city, he seeks a more open place when he feels overwhelmed and has the time to get away. He's only been on a ship a handful of times, but there's something about the rhythm of the waves, the endless expanse of the horizon that can erase his thoughts and worries, if only briefly.

He's settled on a piece of driftwood washed up on the beach, staff leaning by his side as he takes up a smaller branch, drawing idle words and shapes in the sand. Before long he sets that aside too, and begins practicing some small spells, pulling and shaping the Fade with his hands, forming ice and fire, calling a stone on the ground towards his hand and dropping it again. The anchor shard is dull and numb just below his thumb on his left hand, and he frowns a little as he looks at it.



III. Wildcard!

Request a starter or start your own - feel free to go with any other time you might have run into him in the Library.

Comments

[arlathvhen]

"Oh? What did Sorrel do, that required being helped out of trouble?" It can't be that serious, or she would've heard of it—either through her brother, or the various resources granted to the Scoutmaster. So there's probably no need to be concerned—unless there are people she'll need to apologize to. While Beleth loves her brother dearly, he has a decided lack of verbal filter.

As Finel explains his interests, Beleth shifts her focus—first to the table (she can’t judge, her desk isn’t much better), than to him, nodding along thoughtfully. "Well, there are plenty of healers about that would be glad to help you, I'm sure. I can list off a few, if you would like? As for the Fade—Well, there is the Rifts and the Veil project. They're currently leaderless, but I'm sure you would be welcome to join, and you can speak to Provost Thranduil if you have any questions about it."

A pause, then she adds, "Provost Thranduil is in charge of the Research Division in its entirety, so he may be a good person to go to if you need anything to aid you in your research, or if you want to seek out others who might need your aid. He coordinates all of that."

[malavhenan]

"He didn't do anything particularly - it was during the haunting that was shortly after I arrived." More than that he won't really say; if Sorrel hadn't told her, there might be a reason, or it might be that it simply wasn't important enough for him to mention.

His interest is obviously piqued when she offers a few suggestions.

"I would be grateful for anyone you can recommend, and for their help." The mention of Thranduil has him a bit surprised.

"I happened to meet the Provost that same night," although he had been in no state to discuss any plans or ideas for what he might come to do in the Inquisition then. "In that case I will certainly seek out his guidance."

Finel smiles. "Ma Serannas, Lethallan. I am glad for your help."