And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

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[deofoled]

[ He opens the door, unsure of who it is this time. He's had a veritable delivery of food at this point, so he was expecting another dash and go but- oh.]

Jasper? No, I've been eating.

[ At least by this point he seems a lot more mellow than he was at the end of trial, even if he's still trying to avoid everyone and failing.]

[iaspis]

[She's silent for a moment, looking contemplative.]

Can I come in? It'd be... strange, speaking with you in the hall.

[deofoled]

[ ...]

Yeah, sure.

Do you want some food?

[ He moves aside to let her in, and closes the door afterwards. Inside his room there is a plate of pancakes, a few creampuffs, and other assorted foods here because no one wanted him to starve apparently.]

[iaspis]

I'm fine.

[She's silent for a long moment.]

I am... sorry about Christo. He was a kind man, when I spoke with him.

[deofoled]

[...]

I should have protected him, he wasn't a fighter. He was our tactician and healer, against a trained martial artist he didn't stand a chance. [ It hadn't really occurred to him that Christo needed protection, not when he was always two steps ahead of everyone else.]

[iaspis]

I... I'm sorry.

I don't think anything like this could have been predicted.

[deofoled]

[ He just shakes his head.]

The killings won't stop until we find the Wordsmith.

[iaspis]

No.

We need to find him, and quickly, otherwise we may lose the numbers we need to face him.

[deofoled]

He probably needs them that way, or he'd be defeated instantly.

[iaspis]

Yes, I think that's likely. We'll find him. I'm sure of it.

[deofoled]

I'll save a piece of him for you. [ That is very forward, but Killia tends to run either cool or hot and man does he want to rip the Wordsmith to shreds.]

[iaspis]

I appreciate it.

We'll all get our turn with him, once we find him.