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Contact Kain here by Crystal, random one on one threads, etc.

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[Inessa doesn't want to wake Kain, but in remembrance of what day it is, she leaves a few things for him. Namely, a small ice sculpture of a dragon, and a blank dragonhide journal along with ink and a quill. A small card is left with them:]

Happy birthday, Kain. I am at your disposal later, when you awake.

wfdnjfnefen SO CUTE

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[Kain wakes, and honestly doesn't even think about what day it is. He's used to being on some mission or other, in the field, and not being able to celebrate. Sure, as a child there were those lavish festivities, but that was a long time ago. Another life, it sometimes seems.]

[So he's completely surprised when he finds the gifts and the card. He picks them up one by one, looking them over, gradually giving one of his rare small smiles. Then he heads off to find Inessa, wherever she might be. He'll look around the rest of the house, but he also knows the library is a safe bet if he doesn't see her there...]

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[Inessa is sitting outside, Garahel stretched out next to her on the porch and gnawing away on breakfast as she sips a steaming cup of tea. She's taking in a quiet moment before dealing with the day ahead, whatever it brings. Upon seeing Kain, she smiles somewhat sheepishly.]

...I didn't sign the card, did I. This is what I get for not having tea beforehand. [But then again, if he doesn't know her very neat handwriting by now, then isn't it his fault for not paying attention? Or her signature element.]

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I could still tell it was you. I cannot imagine who else might have given me such a thing...

[Kain approaches to take a seat beside her. He manages something of a small smile for her.]

I wasn't expecting anything at all, I'm surprised you remembered... so... Thank you. It means a lot.

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[Accompanied by the sounds of Garahel's enthusiastic breakfasting, Inessa straightens and nods, her smile relaxing.]

You're welcome. You give so much of yourself away, as do all Wardens, and for little if any acknowledgment. It's accepted and understood, but even so...I would see that a little reaches your way. Garahel agrees, he approved the ice sculpture.

[Looking up from his mostly-inhaled meal, the mabari barks in agreement, tail wagging.]

Do you have any plans?

Private, after the whole Oghren thing

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...Kain? Where are you?

Private

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I'm just finishing a training routine. Do you need me for something?

[She's probably the only one he'd drop everything for and rush off to, for any reason.]

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I was about to ask if you needed me. I overheard....

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Ah, that. Did you? [Typical Kain, he's trying to act like it didn't bother him, when it did.] It's nothing, really... Though I guess with the likes of what we'll let in to the order, I ought to go ahead and sign Bastard up as well.

pulls the trigger on this, w/e w/e | letter

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Warden Ventfort,

During the Inquisition’s recent expedition to Haven, I received a message for you. I would see it delivered — a matter best handled in person.

Name the time, and I shall meet you within the warden camp.

Regards,
— Ser Coupe

YAAAAY! I've been looking forward to this!

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[Huh... well... whatever it is, it's worth knowing about. It sounds... important somehow. He just hopes that none of his friends from his past are in any trouble.]

Ser Coupe,

I would know what this message says, as soon as possible. I can return to the camp by midday if that's convenient.

My thanks,

Warden Kain Ventfort

me too! c:

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She sends a brief note of assent, and waits.

His return will find her arranged beside Kaisa's makeshift shrine, arms folded neatly behind her back. She’s foregone armor, but the stiffness of her bearing marks her clearly as the faint smell of ozone.

"Warden," She’s taken certain pains for this exchange: Smoothed her expression into calmness, brought an extra pair of gloves, has made painstaking copies of the letters for her personal records.

"Ser Coupe." A faint inclination of the head. Wren unpeels a hand, gestures to the line of tents. "Thank you for agreeing to meet. It will be best if we speak undisturbed."

The purpose of meeting in such an isolated location. Well. Most of it.

Alright, so she kind of wanted to snoop, too.

yay!!

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Kain had hurried along, not wanting to let this wait for very long. He's curious, but also a bit worried. Perhaps something has happened to Cecil and Rosalie. Perhaps that hideous blood mage they'd all faced hadn't perished as he'd thought. Perhaps... well, who knows. It had seemed urgent and serious enough that he's treating it as such.

"Good to meet you, Ser." Kain similarly nods respectfully as he approaches. "And my thanks for contacting me with this news. Is it word from a friend of mine? Is there trouble? Even if it's difficult to hear, I would hear the fully truth of it. Leave nothing back."

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[When Kain awakens from his latest bout of resting, there's a small box at the bed stand, with a set of sun-catchers inside. And a note.]

For your new quarters, wherever they may be.

I Ness

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[That definitely takes him by surprise, as Kain wakes up and starts looking through the box curiously.He picks up one of the sun-catchers to admire it. A faint smile even appears, something that hasn't happened in a long time. It's been a difficult month. He hasn't really had a chance to even figure out a living space: the infirmary has basically been that for the time being.]

Sending Crystal

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I'm at the kitchen as we speak. Have you eaten?

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No, I haven't yet. Should I meet you there? I've... I want to see you.

[He wants to thank her, but he thinks he wants to do so in person.]

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...I need to obliterate something.

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[Well, that sure sounds pretty bad, coming from someone so even-tempered.]

What's happened, Inessa? Is everything all right?

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No.

[Huff.]

Warden Loghain is here. We have no choice but to work alongside him, but if I could, I'd hex the man until his eyes bleed.

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Ah, I didn't realize... It seems the Inquisition will take in anyone, these days.

[First Anders, now Loghain. Even if Kain personally has nothing against the former, even generally likes him, his history can't be denied. Now this... yeah, this one is definitely much worse.]

I've always been surprised he wasn't executed, given those stories about what he'd done. Though perhaps hold off on the hexing until the day comes when it's needed. [Not "if", but "when".]

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Kain, meet me in the Rifts and the Veil laboratory. There's something I need to show you.

[Urgently said, she's not going to waste time.]

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[That sense of urgency isn't lost on Kain, who'd checked for messages while in between training sessions. It has to be important if she'd interrupt that, she knows what it means to him to get back into top form.]

[So he's sure to towel off any sweat, sheathing his sword and taking off for the laboratory. He makes haste as much as possible, peering around for Inessa once he's there.]

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[What awaits Kain is...interesting and horrifying, all in one. The body of a young woman is placed on a table. One of her lower arms is missing, the stub horribly infected. That alone isn't relevant to her project, but the additional state of the stump is worth noting. Crystallized tendrils reach up her veins, turning some of them visibly green and hard beneath the skin from the edge of the stump to the shoulder and stretching toward her chest and up her neck. In addition to that, they have also grown outward from the stump of her arm into the air in unbreakable, spidery strands that spread out in various directions. The woman -and what extends out of her- is entirely frozen for now, at least partly due to Inessa, whose palm exudes frost as she renews the preserving magic. She lifts her head a little upon hearing footsteps, and calls out.] Step in closer. You need to see this...and I'll need to place her back in storage before long.

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[Not about to hesitate, Kain does as Inessa bids him to do, and moves on in. He'd seen well enough what they were looking at, even from afar, so he's not exactly eager to see it even better up close. But if Inessa is able to stomach it, then he ought to do the same. He won't show any sort of fear in front of her if he can help it. Even so, clear disgust crosses his face as he focuses his gaze on that stump of an arm, and the sight of what's become of it.]

What exactly are we seeing here? What sort of... what befell her to cause this?

[Well, he has some idea, but better specifics would be nice.]