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[The video feed clicks onto the lovely grinning visage of Ixis Naugus, staff in hand, a pile of writing books to one side.]

Fellow Foreigners of Keeliai, I ask that you indulge me in what could be a bit of census-taking!

In the interest of further defending this turtle and those who reside upon it, I wish to know and take note who among us are versed in magicks and similiar abilities. I feel it would suit our collective purpose better to have this information compiled, perhaps look into how our respective crafts interact or can be enhanced. Please, come forward, fellow casters; tell me your name and tell me your arts!

In the interest of fairness and demonstration of goodwill, I will state my own. I am Ixis Naugus and I specialize in, of course, Ixian magicks. The focus of such being the control and transformation of the four elements: air, water, fire and earth. I am a master of all four as well as a fifth of my own making, the transformation of matter into crystals nigh indestructible.

Come forth and make yourselves known, wizard heroes of Tu Vishan!

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Exactly. Too much of that and I would have never ran into a district full of poison gas that drives men insane before killing them or challenged the general of an invading army to a duel.

[Of course Aveline prodding him helped that too, but she wasn't always there for the other incredibly stupid and dangerous things he did.]

So the two of you didn't get along I take it?

Seems you came out of both misadventures all right. I'm assuming all your limbs are accounted for and you can clearly still string together sentences and swing a weapon. No harm, no foul.

Warlord Kodos and I got along fine, really. When we had common goals, everything went accordingly; swimmingly so. When we didn't have these goals, he had a lot of ham-fisted attempts to murder me. I always saw it coming so, once again, no harm, no foul? A few turn of events later, and he ended up needing me for his ongoing survival, which got him to mellow a bit out.

In the long run, though, we parted ways. And now I am here, and he is dead by toxic radiation. I think this all played out as well as it could have, all things considered, don't you?

I suppose not, unless both parties are still harboring grudges. Though I've never been much of a long-term planner to be honest.

[Hawke raises an eyebrow but continues to smirk. This Ixis fellow is surprisingly mellow for all the assassination attempts he says he's been through. He might be a little crazy but at least it's Hawke's brand of crazy.]

Sounds like a win-win situation if I ever heard one.

And who would both parties be in these particular escapades? Don't leave me to be the only one telling stories here.

Generally I leave the story-telling to a friend of mine. It makes me look more dashing when I'm not the one talking about how amazing I am.

[Now if only he actually lived up to those stories. Then he'd be unstoppable.]

But alright, there's the qunari who might hate me because I killed their general and then sent them home. Or they may actually like me more for that. I'm not entirely sure. They're a little confusing.

Then there's the Chantry who aren't happy that I helped start the whole mage rebellion going on at home right now.

A rebellion against this Chantry? My good man, I feel the need to thank you on behalf of mages, wizards and sorcerers everywhere! A most noble champion indeed. I don't even need to know the deeper politics, I just know you've done the right thing.

That's what they tell me. It all kind of snowballed out of control really. One thing led to another and before I knew it templars were trying to kill my friends, my sister, and me. I can't help but take offense to that.

[Really it was Anders that started this hot mess but he's not going to out his friend as a magical terrorist that blew up the Chantry with a magic bomb thing.]

[Probably wise since this conversation is on public record, but Naugus is a man who'd probably appreciate the term 'magical terrorist'.]

Are you an outcast for this now? I thought you were the lauded hero of your land! Is their adoration so fickle?

[Knowing that would probably worry Hawke but then again, Anders still remains a close friend so who is he too judge.

Hawke lifts his hand imitating the seesaw gesture Ixis made earlier.]

Like I told someone before, that really depends on who you're asking. I go from hero to menace so many times I don't bother keeping track anymore. They do remember me though so that's something, or at least they remember my name. According to one story I overheard I'm a twelve foot man who can rip the arms of ogres.

Hah! Yes, let them perpetuate rumours and launch you into a being of legends. Good strategy.

Yes, master strategist of the Age. That's me alright.

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