A dark space, lit with eerie green light. In front, four hovering pictures. Soft, instrumental music.
And two women, unconscious, in front of them.
“Why can’t we just use that spell you could use on Connor? Talk to Justice in the Fade?” She muses, but pulls her sheet of vellum back to her, wetting the nib of her pen.
"Could look into both? If it were that simple... probably the Warden would have offered it to them? There's also the Seeker thing. Which will help with people that have been made -- word. Whatsit. Tranquil."
She shrugs. "I think the Seekers have always had it? They just don't know it. Pretty sure it's one of Cass' quests in Inquisition. Where she finds that out."
Tabs goes very quiet for a moment, pen stopping mid word. "We can't tell Anders," she says.
"Because knowing that he could've saved Karl, that he had that power, right then- it'll kill him."
"...ah. Yeah. That's a good point. I don't think we can hide it from him forever. But for now. Yeah. Good idea."
"Just add to it the list of things we know about that we're not supposed to, I guess."
"It's a big list. 'Bout to get bigger. At least on paper." She pauses. "Should you be writing it in English? I mean. Maybe you should encode it somehow."
"I don't know enough Elvhen. Maybe you could write it in Orlesian? Or Anders?"
She bites her lip. "I can write it in Ander -- which is the official name. Maybe make it only discernable to us and I'll translate that."
"Sounds like a plan!" Tabs grabs another sheet of vellum, reminding herself to buy some more for Merrill, and sets it aside for the finished list. "We also will know what's going on, because we've played through the games like five hundred times."
"I haven't played it in a While. Which is a shame and also kicking me in the butt right now. Though I'm sure being in the situation will help."
"Muscle memory. We'll see something or hear something and boom, it'll come rushing back."
Writing and magic study! Her magic book is on glyphs. Which is really interesting and cool and she can't wait to test them out.
Tabs finishes her list, frowns at, scratches another couple of things down, and crosses off another.
"Okay, this is done, ready for translation."
Anya scoops and steals her... quill pen thing. "Huh. I know how to use this. And not make a huge mess. Weird! Also knowing other languages! Double weird."
She gets started on translating.
"It actually kinda feels like Norwegian. Except slightly off. I was learning it for a while on duolingo. There are a lot of similarities. From what I can tell with my very limited Norwegian vocabulary."