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Our aspirations are wrapped up in books

WHO: Hermione Granger and Open!
WHAT: There's a new ~~witch~~ mage wandering around Skyhold. Come say hello?
WHEN: Backdated to her arrival near the end of Guardian and onward throughout Drakonis.
WHERE: ~~The library.~~ All over Skyhold. ~~But mostly its library.~~
NOTES: Feel free to run into her pretty much anywhere, or have her run into you. And be prepared for all the questions about your character and Thedas/their homeworld and everything in between.

If not for the fact that Hermione had spent so many of her formative years in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Skyhold might have been overwhelming

As it was, the sprawling fortress was a little hard to get used to, since the academic environment that had given Hogwarts some sense of structure amidst the chaos wasn't present here. There was a library, thankfully, and she spent much of her time there, though it was so small that she was certain she'd end up reading every book in there in two weeks' time if she didn't actually go out and explore the rest of her surroundings.

And so every so often, she pried herself away from the cold little corner she'd set aside for herself and wander the rest of the area, though granted, she more often than not was carrying at least one book with her. Usually it was one of the books that had survived the trip through the Fade; anyone who might spot her in the garden or tavern or a safe distance away from the sparring going on in the training grounds might notice her engrossed in such unfamiliar titles as Hogwarts, A History or occasionally digging through Spellman's Syllabary in the vain hope of finding recognizable runes on various inscriptions throughout Skyhold.

After all, just because she was endlessly fascinated by all the new people and cultures and history and magic, it didn't mean she didn't occasionally need a bittersweet reminder of home. Especially when her other major reminder was her wand, which - despite the fact that she'd taken to finding the most solitary places she could find and practicing with it harder than she ever had the night before an exam - still wasn't behaving properly at all. Apologies to those of you who end up slipping on some wayward ice or getting sprayed with pebbles from a spell gone wrong.

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"Oh, they can definitely die. I've killed more than I can count, during that Deep Roads trip that is the reason why I can say that place is a fucking death trap." Seriously, don't do it unless you're a trained mercenary and getting paid a huge amount and even then, don't do it.

Korrin arches an eyebrow at mention of the word 'vaccine' but she tries to elaborate. "Avoid their blood; that's one of the best ways to contract the taint, after all. That or be a Grey Warden. I can't say how, because they keep that knowledge to themselves, but that Order has been fighting darkspawn forever and they don't succumb to taint like the rest of us do. On the other hand, their life expectancy isn't what you'd call high."

Hermione nods at the assertion that darkspawn can be killed. It's a grim sort of comfort, but at least she knows she won't have to rely solely on outrunning these things if she ever encounters them.

Frowning a little at the mention of these Grey Wardens, Hermione asks, "If they know how to avoid being infected, why wouldn't they share that knowledge with others? Even if it's a matter of utilizing a rare herb or dangerous magic, at least let people know why it's kept such a secret. There have to have been cases where someone too important to lose has been been infected, so surely someone must have been willing to find all they could about antidotes and such."

"Grey Wardens tend to keep a lot to themselves; often the only way to find out is to join them and that means a lifetime of fighting darkspawn. You could try asking them, but I don't know what they'll tell you, if much of anything." Korrin shrugs, not pleased with that but she hardly has the authority to do anything about it. "If it was a strings-free cure or prevention, I'd think -or hope- that it would have gotten out. So, I can't help but suspect there has to be a downside somewhere."

"And... being a Grey Warden is a lifelong venture?" It certainly sounds that way, given the way Korrin talks about them. "Are there any of these Grey Wardens here at Skyhold? Perhaps I can try my luck at attempting a conversation with one of them. Even if I don't find out anything new, it would at least be new for me."

Korrin nods solemnly to the first question. "It is, and there are several. There are two which come to mind; Sabriel and Alistair. Sabriel has been a friend since childhood, and so she's the one I know best. I'm sure she'll tell you what she's at liberty to share. As for Alistair, he's one of the veterans of the Fifth Blight, which happened in Ferelden about ten years ago. So, he can tell you all about archdemons and whatnot since he was right in the thick of it. Zevran isn't a Warden, but he's well-known for being a companion of Alistair and the Hero of Ferelden. The would be Jonas Cousand, Prince-Consort and the guy who killed the archdemon in the end."

"That's... a lot of names," Hermione replies, chuckling a little bit. "I suppose you can introduce me to Sabriel sometime, since you know her. There's no rush, of course; I'm sure I might come across the others at some point, but if you've a personal connection, at least that makes it a little less vague."

"I know, and I'm fine with helping. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't, alright? Most of them will be attending that soiree Ambassador Montilyet and Madame de Fer have created, which ought to be soon. I can't say it'll be a great time, if you're allergic to all that formal nonsense, but...it'd be a learning experience, I can say that much."

Korrin still smiles a little, not completely hating the upcoming event...but only because she'd promised to dance and with one person in particular.

"There's a soiree?" Hermione asks, this having been the first she'd heard of it. "Is it one of those affairs that people have to be invited to? I really don't know that a foreigner who can't even wave her wand around without inadvertently causing people to trip over themselves would be particularly welcomed at such a thing."

"You shouldn't need an invitation, no. I'll double-check, but you should be fine." Unless they start barring rifters from parties now, which...given the current climate, would not surprise Korrin. "So, don't bring your wand. You shouldn't need it, not when it's bound to be well-protected. The Ambassador needs this soiree to form more alliances, so she's not going to have anything risk it."

There's a pause before Hermione asks, "Would they search me?" She doesn't like breaking the rules, no, but she doesn't feel comfortable not having her wand. It might not be doing her a lot of good at the moment, but it's better than being caught in something bad and having to rely on whatever horror show wandless magic would be like.

"It's not that I intend to turn myself into a risk. I just... we don't go anywhere without our wands. If there was a place I could securely lock it up, it would be fine - not that I assume strangers would root through my things! But... it's a precaution, you understand."

Korrin nods, sympathetic. "Oh, I understand. I'm not used to going anywhere without my staff, especially in times like these. I don't know what specific security measure they have in mind, but I'll check ahead of time. Whatever they decide, I'd rather know than be surprised about it."

She glances down to her spirit blade hilt thoughtfully. Would it even count as a weapon, if she doesn't activate it? There probably isn't much room in the way of loopholes, but still....

"If I'm right, though, the only danger will be from weird-tasting Orlesian delicacies and boring stories from nobles. That is, when they aren't being condescending or racist. They don't treat my kind as badly as they do elves, but we're still 'savage oxmen' to them. Then again, those willing to give the Inquisition a chance might not be as terrible as the usual sort."

"I should do that, too. I can't expect other people to hold my hand in all this." All this, meaning assimilating to life in Thedas. She can only ask so many questions before she should really go out and attempt to take charge of her life again, such as it might be while she's here.

She bristles a little at the description of the sort of people she might run into at this event. Korrin might be biased, but then, Hermione's heard enough about the people of Thedas to know it might not be that far off the mark. "Maybe I shouldn't go, then. I can't promise I wouldn't give someone an earful if they say the wrong thing to me." Or punch them. Punching could well be a distinct possibility.

Hermione's initiative is met with an appreciative smile, and Korrin is increasingly certain that she'll adapt well, after the shock and horror wear off. Still, she'll offer to do what she can because arriving in another world has to be overwhelming enough. There will be plenty to juggle later on, too.

The image Hermione provides gets a chuckle out of her, and she shakes her head. "Those are more or less my thoughts on the matter. If the Inquisition didn't need them, and if the mage council wasn't required or my girlfriend attending, I wouldn't bother. But all three are happening, so I'll deal with it. The best revenge when those things happen is to have a wonderful night showing them that you clearly don't give a nug's ass about their opinion anyway."

"I can think of a few other satisfying sorts of revenge," Hermione points out, shrugging a shoulder. "But I suppose you're right. I'm more concerned about whether or not I'll actually have a wonderful night regardless of anyone opinions. Like I said, it's not easy to attend these sorts of things when you know so few people."

She manages a smile, though, as she adds, "It would be nice to meet your friends, though, if the opportunity arises."

Korrin smirks at mention of other methods of revenge, though she'll at least restrain herself and not encourage that for the time being. As much as she might think the Orlesians deserve it, this is a terrible time for a rifter to try and get away with that.

"It will, I'm sure about that. The rifter ones know what it's like to be new and overwhelmed, so I know they'll do what they can to help. And those of us who are native and smart enough to know that rifters aren't demons will try to help fill in the blanks. We all have our own biases, but the more information you have, the more you can make up your own mind about it all. Even I know that the opinions of one hotheaded Vashoth aren't the entire story."

"I don't know very many rifters," Hermione admits. "I know one or two, I suppose, but even then, when they've been here long enough to acclimate themselves to their surroundings, it still feels as though we're worlds apart. Especially since, from what I've found, we are."

With a bit of a smirk, she decides, "I don't know; that hotheaded Vashoth seems to be fairly reasonable, from what I've seen." Especially since she doesn't seem quite so hotheaded, but then, she's best friends with a Weasley, so that doesn't say much.

That gets a soft chuckle out of Korrin, who tries to be reasonable but knows she has her moments. The stresses surrounding the Inquisition without and within hardly help that. "I try to be, but council meetings tend to bring out my ranting side, especially if they have anything to do with restrictions or Templars, which usually go hand-in-hand. It's stressful, and I could just leave, but then I'd feel like I wouldn't have the right to complain if I wasn't trying to change things, you know?"

She shrugs, not certain it's the best move sometimes, but politics is the trade-off for freedom.

"You have a good point; there isn't a common bond, other than those shards and arriving the way you do. And we can never predict who will arrive from where. Maybe they'll bring in a familiar face for you one day. If they're friends, I'll do my best to help. If they're people to watch out for, I'll do that too.

[The last thing they need are that Dark Lord or those who are like-minded.]

"Anything worth having in life is worth fighting for," Hermione replies with a small shrug of her own. "You have the freedom to share your opinion, so you'd be remiss not to use that freedom. There will always be people who wish they'd had that chance."

She hesitates when Korrin brings up the prospect of seeing a familiar face. "I don't know that I'd want to, since life is just starting to settle down for most of us. But I suppose, if it's Ron or Harry or my parents, it would at least keep them from worrying about where I'd gone off to. Well... maybe not Ron. He worries a lot." About her. Which just makes her feel strangely guilty for disappearing without so much as a note left behind.

Korrin nods in firm approval at that first part, glad to see that Hermione understands where she's coming from. More and more she's sure that the rifter mage will be a needed addition to Skyhold. There's a small understanding smile as she nods at mention of friends and family...and perhaps more than friends. A small grin forms.

"Sometimes it can't be helped. Though to be fair, I bet he provokes his fair share of your worrying in turn. That the way we are when it comes to those close to us."

Hermione's relationship with Ron had always been complicated at best, and just because they'd won a war didn't mean that things had managed to change much in that regard. "Well, he does go off and do a lot of silly things, so it's hard not to worry about him. At least I'm more... sensible. There's no reason to worry abut me. Usually. Except for when I get sucked into another world through a glowing green portal, I suppose."

With a small tch sound, Hermione shakes her head and mutters, "Usually it's Harry that's getting into trouble."

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