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It's a bright, sunshine-y morning some weeks after Kit's fortuitous extraction from the Deep Roads, and while his injured leg has made much progress, it still isn't fully healed. A week ago, this hadn't troubled him too much; but now, knowing that he'd committed to accompanying that weird Arcane Advisor on her quest of dubious purpose into the Kocari Wilds... maybe he's rethinking his choice to forego healing magic.

It's hard to point his finger on why, exactly, he goes looking for Vandelin to solve this particular problem for him. Might have something to do with the fact that out of all the mage healers and physickers who have seen to Kit's leg in one fashion or another, Vandelin was the only one who didn't argue with him when he said 'no' to magical healing.

A little asking around the library gets him pointed in the right general direction. Doing his best not to let his crutch clatter too loudly as he limp along, he peers into each range of stacks until he spots the elf's reedy, serious profile, and stops. He clears his throat, hoping to get his attention without having to disrupt any nearby researchers more than he already has.

Life in a prison cell is stifling and demoralizing, but at least at night as he sleeps, Atticus can escape it for a little while. In the Fade, he is free, and the entirety of it is a canvas spread out before his fingers.

He passes some time in his own dreams, making waterfalls from starlight and islands of gemstones, but the satisfaction he derives from this simple bit of alteration doesn't ease his restlessness or agitation. The need in him draws spirits closer, but the whispered offers they make him don't tempt or tantalize; he is old hat at their game, and casts them away with a spell that sends them retreating into the ether.

With a gesture, he shrouds himself, and steps through the Veil, into the dreamscape of a certain elven enchanter.

[His tone is composed, even and cheerless.]

Van. Got a moment to talk?

[The handwriting's not Myr's, so he must've dictated it.]

Heard there's a place in Lowtown claiming they've got authentic Hasmali food.

You interested? My treat.

--Myr

(OOC: Continued from here!)

Kit's house is, as described... more or less a hole in the wall, halfway between Lowtown and Darktown, and by the time they get there, it's definitely dark enough outside that no sensible person would dare be out on the streets in this neighbourhood unless they were sure they could handle themselves in an armed conflict. Which Kit is, naturally. (Someone attempts to mug them; Kit gives the guy a warning punch to the gut and sends him on his way.)

"Well here we are," he says after that harrowing adventure, stopping outside his hovel. "Home sweet--hang on." He approaches the door, gives it a shove, and then sighs when it smacks into someone's leg. "...nnngh--"

"Chuck, not again."

[This isn't the first time he's tried to get hold of Vandelin over the past few days; ostensibly, during the worst of their sea voyage after their harrowing escape from the island's sea monsters, he'd checked in, doing his best to stifle his fear for Vandelin's safety. He's not a praying man--who can dwarves pray to but the Stone?--but he'd hoped, desperately, that they'd see land soon.

He's still hoping that when he reaches out now, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.] This a good time to check in? [he asks.]

I overheard something on the crystals, and I'm curious. What would you say are the needs of mages that should have advocation?

Vandelin. I was wondering if you'd be free tomorrow for the conversation we discussed before, with a third mage as well.

[It is a good bet that Myr doesn't even know what time it is--otherwise, he wouldn't be calling.

Though from the very careful way he enunciates, the odd bit of slurring, the pauses--he's drunk.]

Van-- Vandelin. 've got a--a question for you.

You don't need to answer if you don't want. It's politics.

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How would you feel about babysitting a young Tevinter mage while he reads in the library? He's unpredictable and afraid, but he could be a good test of mages keeping an eye on other mages who might make trouble.

There's a ghost outside the office door on whatever day it is that Vandelin happens to be conducting his work for the Northern Powers office--at least, a ghost insofar as Kit has done an admirable job of ensuring he hasn't seen or been seen by Vandelin since their last conversation. (The one that changed everything.)

But he's a grown-ass adult, and he can't think of anyone else in the project better suited to the task at hand than Vandelin. So here he is, struggling not to feel a little like he's forcing himself to walk across glass when he knocks on the door.

He knocks on the door. Or rather, he bumps it a few times with his elbow because his hands are slightly occupied holding a small towel-wrapped bundle.

"Vandelin? Are you in there? I've something for you, if you are." If he's not, Anders is going to feel very silly and hope that nobody is around to hear or see this. It's not like he has any great reason to know Vandelin's schedule, but calling into an empty office can be slightly embarrassing.

Vandelin. I'm working on a project and I was wondering if you were interested. It's a support group of sorts, a community thing.

[Continuing from here.]

Van, I...

...d'you have a moment to talk?

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Enchanter, are you available? I realise this is a busy time, not lead of all for those serving as seconds to Division Heads.

Vandelin!

( her voice over the crystals is pleasant as ever—

which sometimes may be worrying, but in this case, the undertone is more wry than anything else. )

It is my understanding, regarding the information that we discussed,

( where 'discussed' means 'petrana obliquely complained about her colleagues over a drink after a workday', in a plausibly deniable fashion that perhaps did not become entirely clear until voss's announcement to his fellows— )

we may be anticipating strike action on the part of yourself and relevant others. Obviously, in this eventuality, you will have my full support. I would be most grateful to you if anything genuinely pressing on your desk might be passed to me in advance.

Timeframe: some time in late Solace

Timeframe: some time in early August

crystal, several days after Anders' AMA, late afternoon;

note, sometime after they've both spoken to Kit;

the same night they reconcile;

sending crystal; after the Inquisition arrives in Llomerryn

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2am on the morning after Satinalia, crystal;

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