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[tender]

WHO: derrica, marcus rowantree, matthias
WHAT: discussions about mage search parties
WHEN: slightly backdated to world state update.
WHERE: somewhere in kirkwall
NOTES: will update as necessary.

"We need your advice," is the first thing Derrica says, before they've even sat down, before anyone's even said hello.

This is the second time she's sought Marcus Rowantree's opinion on something. She has nothing to mention about the state of her phylactery, but this query feels slightly more pressing.

"Were you listening on the crystal to the discussion after Commander Flint's announcement?"

As she speaks, Derrica takes a seat across from him. There's a beat, then she looks expectantly at Matthias, eyes widening in slight encouragement for him to take the seat beside her.

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[tender]

There is a similar frisson of disappointment in Derrica. Anger has been simmering in her quietly since Laura had recounted the story in full. There is no outlet for it but this consultation, this plan they're piecing together haphazardly. She draws in a deep breath and nods as Matthias speaks.

"And I think we have enough mages here who would know how to track them. I'd think they'd be more receptive to speaking to other mages, no matter how well-meaning members of Riftwatch are."

Delicately avoiding the inevitable: there are surely members of Riftwatch who are not so sympathetic to mages. Derrica still looks at the Chantry sisters warily, and then there's Barrow—