But despite what you've been told

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WHO: Cecil, Kevin, Sherlock, Maxwell, Korrin, Lenneth
WHAT: Four brave Inquisition members go to rescue a group of very odd people
WHEN: the next few days
WHERE: on the edge of Emprise
NOTES: Rescuers feel free to use the ooc post here to plot out how you want the rescue to go down. Feel free to make up camp details/NPC actions. Action will be split into three main threads: Captive chatter, rescue, and travelling (both coming and going). Rescue will be a group log, but for the others feel free to do one-on-one threads.

The report’s directions are clear, at least, which is good - how else would the scouts be able to find the camp in this cold, desolate landscape. Snow as far as the eye can see, but there are great red shards of lyrium breaking through the ground. The only sounds are the grunting noise of red Templars stalking their way through the construction site echos along the frozen grounds, and the freezing wind that bites through skin and fur alike.

Scattered among these fearsome foes are cages. They look almost like caravans - giant cages on wheels, with cowering, shivering figures within. A few elves, primarily humans, all cold and hungry and uncertain about their fate.

Within one of these cages, a tattoo-covered human is conducting interviews.

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He was, admittedly, rather battered - but he had been somewhere in his own thoughts and hadn't noticed the Vashoth approach him, so looked a little surprised when she spoke. He turned to face her, looking down at the bottle, and then smiled with a very warm expression that most certainly did reach his eyes, and took the bottle.

"Oh! Oh, thank you. That's very kind." The smile only widened. "Though I wouldn't wish to be rude. Who should I be thanking...?"

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Korrin smiled back, and it reached her eyes for what felt like the first time in days. After stewing in frustration over not being able to help a single soul in the area, this was a welcome change. That her height and horns didn't seem to be scaring him off improves her mood as well.

"You're welcome. I'm Korrin Ataash, of the Valo-Kas as well as the Inquisition. If you need any more, just ask. I have plenty to go around, so don't think you're depriving me."

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Cecil didn't get scared off by much, frankly. Especially not when that height and those horns had just gone and saved his life. That and, well, he looked bizarre enough himself that nothing really phased him.

"Of the Valo-Kas?" He asks, tilting his head with interest. "I'm afraid to say I haven't heard of them. What are they? Or - I suppose - What is it?"

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"It's a mercenary company, of Vashoth and Tal-Vashoth. I'm the only one directly allied with the Inquisition, but they'll come when I ask them." Korrin knows that much, without a doubt. Thinking of them brings a brief pang of longing, but she shoves it back. There's too much to do now and she won't lose focus.