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-land's influence on you. [ Good morning from the tired and faintly exasperated countenance of Robyn, who hastily replaces a wayward braid behind her ear before actually attending to the broadcast. She smiles wearily, clearing her throat before addressing the mansion. ]

Hello, Wonderland. In case we've yet to meet, my name is Robyn Cousland of the Gr- [ She cuts off momentarily to glance away, frowning, and speaks to someone or something off-camera. ] Stop. Sit.

[ There's a low whine, but she returns to the device with a satisfied, short sigh. ]

When I arrived, I... found, if it can be called that, a mabari - a Ferelden hound - in the wardrobe of my room. He isn't nearly as well-behaved as my own, unfortunately; he seems much younger, though I've just been thinking it might be because of the way that this place seems to affect us all. Though, luckily, we haven't all been taking little things from other people and hiding them away.

[ TALKING ABOUT YOU, OREN THE DOG. ]

Which... brings me to my point, which is that the dog has apparently been taking things that don't belong to him. Some of them have names written in them, some books, but most of these things have been difficult to return. I know for a fact that he confiscated possessions of an Emily Bennett, Evelyn O'Connell, and Cullen Rutherford. Also... [ At this, the Warden sifts through the pile as she speaks: ] Several boots, gloves, and gauntlets, mostly leather. A... necklace, I think, made of bone, a clay flower pot, some kind of- [ Maker's breath. She looks momentarily pained and spots of pink rise into the apples of her cheeks. ] Something... called Busty Asian Beauties, and several other things I've yet to identify.

[ The picture on the cover of that particular piece of reading material is overwhelmingly embarrassing and she hastens to end the broadcast. ]

Andraste's grace. Please stop by room thirty on the first floor if you've been missing something, or just tell me what you've lost and I will return it once I've made some sense of this mess.

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It is. [ OH NO, the dog took something from a child. :C ] I'm so sorry. It... isn't damaged, though, and I would be happy to bring it back to you.

[Oooooo yep. That was it.]

It's okay. Your dog probably just thought it was a toy. I can come get it, if you want?

[Frisk shrugs. They don't seem particularly bothered. It's not like Asriel would have relished the gesture one way or another.]

Don't trouble yourself; it was my hound's fault and I should like to return it. I can come soon; where is your room?

Well, I've kind of got some...roommates. They can get, um -

[Violent? Murderous? Homicidal? Genocidal?]

Disagreeable?

Ah. [ Her roommate is the dog who started all this mess, but... ] That's fine, then. You're welcome to come here instead. I've cleaned it off and it's in fine condition.

Thanks. It's, um, it's a long story.

[They click the feed off as they slide off their bed and head toward the room specified in the initial message. They knock timidly once they arrive, hesitant despite themselves.]

[ At the knock, Robyn appears, after a minute, looking a little winded with the effort of trying to reclaim everything from her dog. ]

Thank you for coming, and... I'm so sorry, again. [ Since the animal can't apologize for himself... though, Oren does get up and approach the newcomer, sniffing enthusiastically. ] Will you come in?

It's okay, really.

[Frisk can't contain their grin at the dog that comes sniffing at them as they enter, reminding them so blindingly of Lesser Dog for a moment. They stop and hold out a hand for him to sniff.]

Is he okay to pet?

[ Oren happily sniffs the hand, back half of his body shaking excitedly, before he sits between Frisk and Robyn, waiting for more pats. ]

Oh, yes. He's very friendly. [ Then, with an apologetic smile: ] Friendly enough to steal into others' rooms and take their things. Speaking of-

[ The Warden produces the flower pot, in fine condition, and hands it gingerly over to Frisk. ]

Did you paint this?

[Frisk begins petting him happily with a wide grin.]

Yeah. It's still kind of a work in progress.

[They take it with their free hand. The hearts look lopsided to them, and on second thought, maybe painting something that looks like a human SOUL wasn't the wisest idea.]

It's lovely. [ She continues to look over it even after Frisk takes it, adding: ] I haven't done much painting, myself. I really don't think I'm very good at it.

[ She had painted the local flowers, recently, to good effect, though. ]

I'm not either. [They admit it with a shrug and a faint, uncertain giggle.]

But I think it's fun to try new things.

It is. [ When you have the time, that is, which... they do, now. ] Maybe I should try my hand at it while I have the chance.

[ It still won't be very good, though, likely. ]

It's really fun! Messy, but, um, but fun.

[* You put the painted flowerpot in your pocket.

They have really big pockets. Big enough to fit eight things in them, and eight things exactly.]

Thanks. Your dog is - he's really nice.

[They give him one last farewell pat.]

He is. Fully of energy, but nice.

[ She smiles at him affectionately, laying a hand on his back. He loves the attention from Frisk and seems, in his way, happy that he got into so much mischief if it results in so many pats. ]

I'm sorry, again, for what happened, but thank you for stopping by. If you'd like to see him again, you can always knock. He loves company.

It's okay!

[Oren seems an affectionate sort, not unlike Lesser Dog in that respect. And dog-petting helps take off a lot of the pressures of conversation that usually accompanies meeting new people.]

And thank you. I'd like that.

[They very may well take her up on that offer, because dogs are great.]

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