Fourth.

[trustwellness]

It seems that each week is getting harder than the last. You've lost three of your number already this week, and that's before anyone seems to have tried to take the Wordsmith up on his offer – and from the look of it, the incentive has tempted quite a few of you, perhaps even more than the usual. But now, the week is coming to an end; maybe it's too much to hope for that it's passed without anyone killing one another. Maybe it isn't. Only time will tell. The chimes ring out, signaling the hour as they always do; the day seems reasonably normal, with the first three floors of the building seeming clear enough. However, those of you wishing to make absolutely sure may want to head a bit lower down. It's possible that you'll find nothing down there; the more jaded of you will probably suspect otherwise. Either way, there's no point in keeping the possibility open when you can confirm it for yourselves, is there? >Explore?

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[neverheardofhim]

[Dojo clear, Varric begins to make his way around the fourth floor. There seems to be a commotion at the infirmary, so he steps in, heart in his throat. He isn't sure what he expects to find -- pink hair? A tall noodle body? But no, there's nothing like that there, which almost makes him worry.]

[And then he spots Kimbley.]

[To say he was relieved at the sight of the man he thought a monster would not be entirely inaccurate. Nevertheless, he turned from the room in a hurry, aiming for... anywhere but here.]