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[gotyourwallet]

[Since her memory returned after death, Vie's been searching the Keep and the outer wall for something of great importance. It's personal, and so not something she's been wanting to bring to the public eye, but desperation and a lack of other options has left Vie will little choice but to do so.]

Everyone, hello. I ah, I've a favour to ask.

[It feels weird to be talking about it, let alone to a crowd.]

Around two weeks ago I was killed, the one responsible, whether he intended my death or not, walks freely among us. At least until dusk.

[Vie is yet to decide if she'll attend or not. She's angry, but something else has the bulk of her attention.]

In my death I lost a few things. Clothes, namely. And a dagger I carried in my boot, but more importantly, I've lost a bracelet. It's brown, leather, and very important to me.

Should anyone find it, please, please return it. It means more than you'll ever know.

[A pause. Vie sighs.]

Thanks.

Comments

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[tvntrsdreadwolf.livejournal.com]

Then congratulations, you'll have succeeded in taking his place instead.

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Then how about we just throw rocks at him instead?

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[tvntrsdreadwolf.livejournal.com]

[SIGH] Rotten fruit might serve you better.

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

A rock would be easier to find but alright.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She's been listening to all of this and Vie has nothing but thanks for Fenris' thoughts on things.]

You wouldn't be another friend of Hawke's from home, would you?

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[tvntrsdreadwolf.livejournal.com]

["Friend" is still a word that Fenris has trouble with most of the time, but if he thought it applied to anyone, it'd be Hawke.]

I- yes. I knew him in Kirkwall.