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WHO: Hawke and Anders
WHAT: There's no Reunion then one involving strange creatures with sword arms
WHEN: Their arrival
WHERE: Outside the DOA, then a Restaurant, then the streets
WARNINGS: Violence, vague mentions of some of the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition and Dragon Age 2, Language
STATUS: Complete

( She took whatever comfort she could out of the fact that it could be worse )

the doa really needs to work on that welcoming committee.

Right so the very obvious not withstanding, and the weird part of offering greetings like this rather then face to face, and the fact that this entire place is bloody weird and that's saying a lot, where would one get some armor, and a sword or two?

I'd say I'm asking for a friend, but I'm really not. I asked a local but things got a little hectic.

So apparently anything I write here is visible to the other displaced which, assuming it works, is a truly phenomenal feat of spellcraft. Anyone who can explain the methodology behind it will have my undying gratitude and likely a few hundred follow-up questions.

Also, unrelated. Or possibly related, you tell me (assuming this works and I am not just scrawling messages to myself). Any information relating to the knife-handed magical constructs my companion and I crossed paths with on our arrival, or indeed a general bestiary of any kind, would be gratefully received given we are likely already counting down the minutes until Hawke proposes going back out after them.

They look something like this (with the caveat that I am not, nor have I ever claimed to be, any sort of artist):
( Terrible sketch behind the cut )

I wish I could say this is unprecedented and shocking but I've walked into a completely foreign place unintentionally before.

Hello all, I am Diana.

In the immortal words of the illustrious Gwen Stefani, this shit is bananas.

B.A.N.A.N.A.S.

I am Amanda and this is fine.