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WHO: Harrow and you??
WHAT: The ferryman doesn't get paid enough to deal with this shit
WHEN: Time is fake, but vaguely before the Emergency Mage Meeting
WHERE: The dungeons, anywhere else your heart desires after
NOTES: Please only one person per dialogue prompt, but feel free to wildcard me.
WHAT: The ferryman doesn't get paid enough to deal with this shit
WHEN: Time is fake, but vaguely before the Emergency Mage Meeting
WHERE: The dungeons, anywhere else your heart desires after
NOTES: Please only one person per dialogue prompt, but feel free to wildcard me.
[ It is both stinking hot and pissing rain when the ferryman arrives at the Gallows bearing what is decidedly not a member of Riftwatch. A member of Riftwatch might have left him in a better mood (might). A member of Riftwatch might have had the decency to tip (unlikely). But a member of Riftwatch would surely have at least accompanied their own weird cargo to their own weird island, instead of slapping a note on top and turning tail to run (eh).
Said cargo is not a member of Riftwatch, but it is only somewhat heavier, perhaps significantly more awkward to carry, and yet still approximately person-sized — a white boulder with a soggy envelope hastily nailed to its surface. Naturally, the boulder cannot be a boulder to have crossed in a row boat from the docks; its bleached surface is subtly textured, striated from side to side in curving lines like the arcs of a centipede's ribs. The envelope reads: ]
To be opened only by the highest presiding leader of
the Inquisition
^ the organization previously known as the Inquisition, presently titled Rift Watch
occupant of the Gallows fortress, Kirkwall, the Free Marches, under pain of death and eternal dishonour.
( To Whome It May Concern, )
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