Ed opened his eyes to find himself...not where he expected. It was immediately clear to him that he wasn't where he had been just a second ago. Pushing himself up off the dusty floor, he bowed his head trying to make sense of what just happened. He had been in that abandoned mining town near Briggs and had been fighting Kimbley. He remembered knocking the Philosopher's Stone from his hand, but also remembered Kimbley revealing a second one to him before...
..and that's where Ed's memory failed him. He vaguely remembered some strong force pushing him back, but next thing he knew he was...wherever he was now.
And wherever he was now was a hell of a lot warmer than the snowy mountain ranges of Briggs. Ed ripped off his red outer coat and slung it over his arm before making his way to the doorway and peering out to find that he had somehow ended up in some high-walled city with architecture he didn't recognize. The people milling about were also strange, wearing clothes that seemed to be from a completely different time and place.
"What the hell?"
Stepping out into the street, Ed approached the first person he saw, a very short and stocky man with what looked like crossbow slung to his back. "Hey! What is this place?"
There was a bit of an epidemic of people being places they shouldn't be or didn't mean to be, lately. Between the Blight (short-lived but devastating all the same) relocating all and sundry to already crowded cities like Kirkwall, it was hard to stand out amongst the throngs of the displaced.
Somehow, this kid managed to in spades.
But Varric could appreciate the fashion sense if not the lack of spacial awareness.
"The market?" he answers, genuine confusion toning down the sarcasm. He'd just been eyeing a cart of various trinkets and accessories, and gives the merchant a shrug before turning his attention back to the new guy.
Ed's face fell. Yeah, no shit they were in a market. He didn't need that kind of attitude right now with everything that was going on. At least he wasn't a complete asshole though, since he seemed to be offering some kind of help.
"Yeah." Ed couldn't keep his focus on the man he was talking to. The atmosphere here was completely foreign to him, and the fact that he had been in a mine shaft in the middle of the snowy mountains not five minutes ago was kind of distracting. "What city is this?" A beat. "Actually, what country is this?"
Depending on how perceptive the stout, little man was, he might notice that the kid's right hand seems to be made of metal. Ed's gestures as he speaks, bringing it to eye level at times.
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..and that's where Ed's memory failed him. He vaguely remembered some strong force pushing him back, but next thing he knew he was...wherever he was now.
And wherever he was now was a hell of a lot warmer than the snowy mountain ranges of Briggs. Ed ripped off his red outer coat and slung it over his arm before making his way to the doorway and peering out to find that he had somehow ended up in some high-walled city with architecture he didn't recognize. The people milling about were also strange, wearing clothes that seemed to be from a completely different time and place.
"What the hell?"
Stepping out into the street, Ed approached the first person he saw, a very short and stocky man with what looked like crossbow slung to his back. "Hey! What is this place?"
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Somehow, this kid managed to in spades.
But Varric could appreciate the fashion sense if not the lack of spacial awareness.
"The market?" he answers, genuine confusion toning down the sarcasm. He'd just been eyeing a cart of various trinkets and accessories, and gives the merchant a shrug before turning his attention back to the new guy.
"You lost, kid?"
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"Yeah." Ed couldn't keep his focus on the man he was talking to. The atmosphere here was completely foreign to him, and the fact that he had been in a mine shaft in the middle of the snowy mountains not five minutes ago was kind of distracting. "What city is this?" A beat. "Actually, what country is this?"
Depending on how perceptive the stout, little man was, he might notice that the kid's right hand seems to be made of metal. Ed's gestures as he speaks, bringing it to eye level at times.