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[notamachine]

Nice weather we've got, huh? Haven't seen anything like what's up in the sky in a long time.

[90% encrypted to Iorveth, Fenris, and Castiel]

[He's thought about this for a few days; Dean's sitting on some information that more people need to know about, but there are kids on this turtle and he'd rather avoid freaking them out if he can. Plus, there are people here who might think the Emperor is weird, but that she's a pretty okay person overall, and he's not up to changing people's minds at the moment.

So he wants to share things with people he trusts, except he doesn't trust anybody here who isn't Cas. Fortunately (?), the turtle is casting off some awesome chill-out vibes, so Dean decides to extend a friendly hand to Fenris and an olive branch to Iorveth.]

Found some info while the Emperor was on shore leave you two might be interested in, some kind of history about this place and not the modified bullshit they've been feeding us. This comes straight from her library and I don't think it was meant to be found.

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[notamachine]

[And Dean trusts Cas' searching abilities (usually), so he leaves that at that.] The emperor's not exactly much for rapport and I haven't talked to the palace servants much, but they're not the chatty type. I figure they're a lot more interested in keeping their heads attached to their necks than they are in talking to me. You've got a point though. The info has to be there, it's just...hidden. Coded, maybe.

[And not a one of them reads the language. Awesome.]

[gaudy]

Yes, I imagine they were forbidden to impart knowledge to outsiders. [ That's standard Magister procedure: the only thing as important as strength in Tevinter is knowledge, and having loose lipped slaves brought down more than one senator in Fenris' time. That doesn't exactly help them out, here. ] Have you seen libraries outside the palace? I suspect close study of historical texts right under the Emperor's nose would not please her overly much.

[notamachine]

Libraries, yes. Useful libraries...not so much. [Dean rubs his face, talking more to himself than to Fenris.] Maybe I just don't know the right keywords...there's got to be somebody who does. Farm records, maybe? Could be useful information even if it doesn't tell me a specific history...droughts...famine...if all this has happened before then it's probably affected crop cycles, too. Maybe I can find records like that, pin down a time frame--and none of that is gonna do me any good.

[Quieter] Wish Sam was here.

[bondsprofoundly]

Construction records might be useful. If this enemy we're supposed to be fighting is as formidable as the text indicates, then it's likely that it created substantial damage.

[Castiel folds his arms.] We might be able to find that out on our own just by observing.

[gaudy]

[ Fenris takes a moment to consider both of their words, frustration tugging his brow downwards, before he turns to Cas. Both paths would lead to some information, but hardly enough. How did the hundreds of "heroes" before them leave? What did the rationing have to do with the protection they were sought out to provide? ] You said there were no texts within the castle, but how well did you look? Were you not hindered in your search by fear of being halted by the Emperor?

[ Also elf ears bro, don't even try to get that past him. ] "Sam?" Who is that?

[bondsprofoundly]

No. [Because Cas and Dean don't afraid of anything.] However, there were several places in the palace inaccessible to me. Her resting quarters likewise revealed nothing. It's highly possible she's constantly prepared for an infiltration.

[And then Fenris has to ask about Sam, who is probably a touchy subject for Dean, so Cas fields that one too.] Sam is Dean's brother. He's a very capable person.