[There's some muffled fumbling, occasionally interspersed with some unintelligible muttering. It seems as though Alistair's still having trouble with the communicator.]Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I've had enough of it. I mean, really, what good does it do? Kill a few darkspawn, another dozen take their place. And it's not like anyone ( Read more... )

[This is the voice of a man who's never encountered technology, doesn't understand it, doesn't hope to ever understand it, and certainly doesn't trust it. He also has no idea that he's already managed to turn the communicator on.]

Okay. Push the button, and... Nothing happens. No, still nothing. Is it broken? Did I break it? I must have broken it. ( Read more... )

[The communicator turns on at the tail-end of what sounds like a minor battle. Likely a button got bumped in the scuffle. There's a scape of metal that someone familiar with swords might recognize as a blade being sheathed, the jingle of armor, and then an unintelligible grumble. A moment's silence. Then Alistair starts talking, very obviously to ( Read more... )