illithidnapped | INBOX II

The answer is, of course, both.

[And what a helpful answer that is.]

There are thousands of worlds in which elves rule over all other sentient species, or live peacefully among them. Others where they alone are the sole species in the world, and their lands stretch out as far as the eye can see. Even more where they don't exist at all, save in myth and legend.

It's a gamble, as unsatisfying an answer as that is. Whatever you can imagine has a world and a counterpart.

But there are times when anything is better than where you are.

We aren't there yet with Thedas— though I can respect that my position is easier than yours here. But it may be worth the gamble if Corypheus does indeed attain his victory.

[. . .]

But for what it's worth: in my living memory, Thedas is the only world I have encountered where elves are treated as chattel, not revered. So the odds may well be in your favor.

[Or not! That's quantum for you. Fucking quantum.]

If you wish to hear more of what I recall, I will tell you. But not like this, for it would take pages upon pages. Bring over a bottle of wine some evening, perhaps, and we will speak.

[Heads or tails: his odds have never been good, or kind, or merciful, or even mildly disdainful.

But at least he trusts she isn't lying when she pens those words. She doesn't seem the sort for pity or pandering.

She does, and doesn't, seem like him.]

A bottle of wine?

Nonsense my clever little mind. I tell you what, I'll supply the goods you're after— hand delivered— to whatever port or promenade you call your own, and there you'll teach me everything you know.

Well.

Everything you please, anyway. I suspect everything you know would take the rest of my eternity and we both have our schedules, after all.

Deal?

[So it's on me to supply the wine, then, she drawls to no one, an old habit that's hard to break. And though nothing and no one will ever come close to Robert . . .

Well. This fellow is agreeable enough, and seems to have that rare quality of charm, intellect, and common sense that's such a rare trio among the population. And there are worse things than having an audience to hear her pontificate.

And maybe he'll be a useful set of hands once she goes about building all of what he delivers.]

I'll hold you to that, if you truly wish to learn.

Bring them here.[An address written in neat script: a Hightown townhouse, though not one of the prettier ones.] Tell me whenever you plan to go, for I do not take well to surprise guests.

[That is to say:]

Deal.

INBOX II

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