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[Here is one disgruntled English lady. You might have seen various shades of this annoyance after the pods plummeted to the earth, checking for injuries (maybe on you, personally), or more recently at the Sanctuary collecting blood. Apparently, the latter is why she's deemed it necessary to post.]

Thought I'd drop a quick word, given some of my experiences since we've all come together.

Now, I understand we all come from various worlds and times, with vastly differentiating forms of medicine, but I'm sure it's safe to say that bloodletting is not the preffered sort of medicine people want here. I don't care if someone here handed you a knife, of if that's what you're used to doing. That is not how you collect blood. You use a needle, and hopefully it's held by someone that knows how to find a vein. If you'd like to learn, I'd be happy to teach you.

Secondly? Your blood, assuming you're... human, or what the biologically average human is, is going to be used by anyone who needs it, rich or poor. The blood of a king is not going to make a beggar on the street suddenly somehow contend for a throne that doesn't even bloody exist in this world.

[There's a pause in which she almost calls a certain someone named Richard out, but she's a better woman than that. Just barely.

There's a flicker of a forced smile.]

Thank you.

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[It's a good thing he's not the first fantasy weirdo she's met. That he's upfront about it makes her smile, at least, and she nods.]

Of course. Do you come from a place that has an insect called a mosquito? A sort of blood sucking, flying pest.

[That's been the simplest way to begin this conversation.]

[And he's even from a warm, wet climate! You lucked out with this one.]

Amongst other biting nuisances, yes.

Perfect. Well, having your blood drawn with a needle is much like getting bitten by a mosquito, without the itching afterwards. The needle is much like how the mosquito takes blood from you. It's collected in a small vial.

[More or less.]

[Straighforward enough, but it doesn't really answer his question yet.]

And from there?

It's stored. Should someone get wounded [or hungry?? shh], and the situation become dire due to blood loss, the collected blood can be used to help them. It's a little more complicated than that in reality, but that's the gist of it.

[Probably best to not mention the vampires, honestly.]

Well yes, you'd mentioned that. The specifics of how are what I find myself currently interested in, however.

[And probably no blood magic.]

Really? Are you interested in medicine, or is it just a morbid curiosity?

[Definitely not.]

More the latter than the former.

[He's trying to figure it out on his own, and he thinks maybe it has something to do with the needles again? But also, how do you get it back in, blood likes to flow out of holes. And he had the idea that maybe they sort of...blew it back in? With a hose, like blowing glass? Which just raised even more questions.

But better to be silent and thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.]

The only medical interest I have on this subject is regarding my own potential use of services. Better to be prepared, yes?

Curiosity is good. And I'd hope you'd never need these service to be used, but generally, the blood hangs from a bag and from that bag is a sort of tube, and another needle. It feeds into your vein.

[She tips her head to the side, looking at the screen.]

Are you a sort of... fighter? Soldier?

There have been many times when such a service would have been helpful, yes. As to your question, I think the closest title for the services I provided at the time would be "adventurer."

I'm a good few years out of that life, however. [He hasn't had to kill a (fellow) Crow in months, even.]

A retired "adventurer" then. [There's a bit of an eyebrow lift at that. It sounds a little too simple, but maybe that's just how it is for him.]

Suppose you fit in well here, then.

[Are you ever really retired when your former employers are still out for your blood?]

This place...It is both like and unlike any place I have ever been. Even Orzammar was not so advanced as this, but mostly, people are very similar. Though, admittedly more diverse of form.

I can sympathize. It's---a bit like home, but home didn't have some of the technology here. Or magic. [For the most part.] It's been an adjustment.

For all of us, I think.

[Flashing back to Rhys...and Rocket. And half the people who use these things, talking about things he's never heard of, all of them dismayed at the level of technology at hand. Zevran glances off into the corner for a second.]

Some of us more than others, obviously.

Are you getting along well enough?

[There's a bit of a sympathetic smile, even if Claire can't read his thoughts. It can be a lot.]

Well enough. I'm good at adapting, fortunately. [She just gets irritable.] Yourself?

Remarkably well, to an almost surprising degree. I'm treated well as a rule.

[There's a whole lot of other things, like the fact that he's earning a good living doing something he chose and that nobody's hunting him, and folks aren't being fantasy-racist at him.

But that's a lot to hang on someone he just met. Thedas drama? Sure, he'll talk at length about that. Personal problems? They're called personal for a reason.]

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