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[gatheringstorm]

I wanted to know if it was even possible, first, but I definitely wouldn't mind upgrading my armor should this not be a dead-end. I'm part of the naval presence project, not the red lyrium one, but a massive amount of red lyrium got into the water off the coast of Rivain. If that shit reaches us here or anywhere the Inquisition sends us, we're going to need some protection.

[aestivation]

It's unlikely we'll be able to purify water at any scale by runic methods. That quantity of lyrium would bankrupt us, even if we could prevent its corruption in turn. But the ocean is large —

[ he's seen the maps, keenly understands the numbers attached such scale. still, all the world outside circle walls may as well be the same for its distance. ]

— And old. It has its own means of filtering toxins. It may be worth exploring how red lyrium behaves underwater, in a more controlled environment.

[ but he's getting off-track, and the thread of the conversation is about to leave his head. a pause, to recollect: ]

Protective gear will help in removing infestations as they're found. I'll put the requisition order in, and contact you when there's been progress. Who should I ask after?

[gatheringstorm]

Heh, you should mention all that to Christine, maybe she'd do something with it.

And yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking. My name is Korrin Ataash.

[aestivation]

Is that northern?

[ farther north than his north, he means ]

[gatheringstorm]

It's Qunlat, at least the last name. I'm a Vashoth.

[aestivation]

Ah, [ it's the sort of pause to fill space between thoughts, ] I've heard of those.

[ it's where the thought seems to begin and end — ]

[gatheringstorm]

That won't be a problem, will it?

[aestivation]

Should it be? [ an honest question, ] I'm not familiar with your people.

[gatheringstorm]

Not many are, so many see the horns and think that if we're not Qunari invaders, we're just bandits. I'm not, though. So if it doesn't matter to you, it doesn't matter to me.

[aestivation]

[ he’s not one to argue, any more; doesn’t think he’d ever been with this. elves weren’t rare of the circle, but they weren’t — without notice. it seems a strange thing not to matter now, when it had mattered so much even then. ]

It doesn’t matter, [ and this at least is uncomplicated ] To me.