IC INBOX for FADE RIFT

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Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.

 

The notes may just be all doodles. 

just saying.

 

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Are you suuuuuure? [He has plenty of lewd stories, Alistair. He'll even draw pictures.]

[But he is all too happy to ramble about dwarves.]

Oh, you would have loved them. They were part of the surface - caste? Or is it the fact that they don't have a caste on the surface, I don't recall - and most of them had been merchants at one time, but the six of them had come together and formed a sort of travelling theatre. They picked me up after a very drunken evening, and I ended up travelling with them into Orlais. Most of the Orlesians assumed I was a servant of theirs, and I suppose I was, though all I really did was make sure they all got back to the caravan without passing out drunk somewhere. At least not alone.

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--a traveling theater? Really? Dwarves?

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Would I lie to you, Alistair? [He says this in a way that both sounds like he is hurt, and also sounds like he definitely probably lies about dwarves a lot.]

I swear on The Bear's hide that I'm not making it up. I travelled with them for almost a year and a half. They are in Nevarra, now, I think. Last I heard, anyway. They don't exactly send letters.

[Which is good, because he wouldn't be able to read them.]