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Aria made her way to the Herald's Rest in no time, but not before searching the dusty cellar after a bottle of Abyssal Peach.

Grabbing a couple of glasses, she waited for Dorian to come.

Date: 2015-08-18 11:50 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] legacyofhousepavus
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Dorian hadn't hesitated to grab his own bottle of wine from the kitchens. Something Orlesian, but he hadn't looked at crate too closely. He made his way to the Herald's Rest, striding through the door with familiarity. Upon seeing the elven woman, the only one who seemed to be waiting for someone judging by the two glasses, he approached with a charming smile.

"I hope I'm not too fashionably late!"

Date: 2015-08-20 11:12 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] legacyofhousepavus
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"Friends don't let friends be selfish," Dorian half-sang as he poured himself a healthy glass of the Abyssal Peach. He then sank into the chair opposite from the Inquisitor--an Inquisitor--and drank deeply. It burned, almost as if it were tangible and in the material world. Wonderful!

"Whatever magic it is that brought most of you here likely has some sort of barrier effect to the 'real' world. Blocking off contact, travel, communication...even your ethereal friends from your Well."

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