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crystals; in the hour between minrathous and kirkwall

[extortionate]

Astrid?

[ distracted. not audibly alarmed. ]

Gotta ask a favour.

[ (his accent's out in force) ]

[brennvin]

[ A little muffled, after swallowing a mouthful of food; she’s been raiding the kitchens and nervously snacking after that alert came in. Not like there’s much to be done about what’s happening abroad except twiddle her thumbs and wait, so the message is a welcome distraction— ]

Yeah?

[extortionate]

There's a loose floorboard in my room. Under the desk. Some shit in there -

[ footsteps somewhere down the hall. he cuts off. a few moments later, as though uninterrupted: ]

- Keep the coin if y'want. But there's a ring, got a swan on the band. Anything goes bad here, can you get it to Bastien?

[ fucker owes him. ]

[brennvin]

Oh my gods, Lazar, you can’t just— Don’t fucking jinx it.

[ A queasiness in her stomach. Astrid sets down the rest of her bread, unfinished; she hadn’t realised how allergic she was to In Case I Die instructions until just this moment, that favour settling over her shoulders like an itchy wool mantle. ]

But aye, yeah, I can do that. […] Didn’t know you and Bastien were, like, a thing.

[extortionate]

[ A beat, ]

What? Nah - he can get it to Sybelle, I -

[ someone shouts. the crystal pings off floor, connection held open for a snarled epithet and the sound of a tussle.

heavy thumps. something striking meat. again, again.

eventually: ]

Gotta move. You're the best - I'll bring a souvenir.

[brennvin]

[ Astrid’s voice pitches quieter, not wanting to alert whoever else might be on the other side or draw more people to his position, wherever the fuck he is— ]

Luck. Be careful.

[ And she sits there for a little while longer, even after the line goes dead. ]