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[altsolani]

I don't know whether to be grateful that nothing repaired stays fixed forever or frustrated. One the one hand, it keeps me in a job, on the other it means that there's an awful lot of running around Zion.

I thought this might be an easier way to find out where I'm needed. I can do repairs to cooling and venting systems in your homes and have some training as an electrician. A lot of the major repairs come through dispatch but if you happen to realize your system isn't working as well as it ought too but hasn't reached failure yet, I can help out with those during my free time.

My name is Blight. You can contact me here or message me privately.


[A pause, he adds:]


Yes, I realize how pathetic it is that my first post here is an advertizement. Hopefully I'll have more interesting things to say in the future.

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[forcemageure]

[ HA ha ha sorry Felix. ._. It's a tossup whether he would have rephrased if he had better knowledge of the whole incident, but Varric only ever knew Felix existed in the capacity of his intervention in Redcliffe, and he was Hawke's only real source of Inquisition information sans his brief involvement pre-extraction. Either way he's willing to let it go sight unseen. ]

Really. Now we're back to public relations, aren't we? Truth in advertising etc etc.

[ Thankfully for everyone involved he doesn't have the vernacular to make a pussy-related joke. ]

[altsolani]

I think the truth in this is that I'm doomed to have a bad name.

[forcemageure]

Could be worse. You could've been Orlesian. Felix von Fromage or something.

[altsolani]

I did go to the University of Orlais... That was close enough to being Orlesian for anyone.

[forcemageure]

Living there and everything! You're lucky you're not literally cheese-filled by now.