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[Varric liked to think he'd left his "drink so much you don't remember the place you wake up in" days behind. He also would have liked to have thought that he was past seeing weird shit in his life. A weird mirror and various boxes with wires leading off of them? It screamed "horrific dwarven contraption bound to get people killed."

Dazed as he was, he made record time out of the room, stopping only to have a backpack shoved at him by a woman and not really listening to whatever it was she had to say.

He wouldn't claim to know the world well enough to know exactly where he was at any given moment, but as he squinted against the sun and looked around, he at least knew he wasn't in blighted, muddy Ferelden.]

Hey, kid. What part of Orlais is this? Or is this Tevinter?

[God he hoped it wasn't Tevinter.]

Network-

Listen. [Like it or not, Varric was a dwarf. Figuring shit out was what dwarves did best. That meant that the device in that weird bag of his was relatively easy to make sense of. With only a small amount of effort, he had his camera aimed at him and was quickly chattering at the network.

I only have two questions. One, where am I. Two? Why is there a weird rock following me?