He doesn't understand what his machinations have done. He ripped apart more than just Thedas in his arrogance. That poor Vashoth, the Templars put a blade through her when she started talking about computers and demanding her cell phone. A dwarven man in the tents rocks and mutters during the waking times, and in his sleep he screams his name: David Lang. The human lady in the "good" tents keeps asking if anyone's ever heard of coffee in a New York accent. At least "common" is English. There's a poor guy over there almost catatonic after trying to communicate in what I think is Mandarin. I can't help him with that. I'm lucky, I think. I've played this video game. I know where I am, and who I am. The wiki said that spirits and demons were "driven mad" as they came through the breach. No one mentioned all the people who were driven mad at the same time. Except they weren't, you know. They were just dropped here, into a place most people know nothing about.
I wish I came through as human, though. This "knife-ear" shit is worse than the black and white wars of the 1950s. I'm having trouble with the whole "looking people in the eyes" and "standing up straight" thing that I was taught in the Navy years ago. Apparently we knife ears can get hit for doing that. Ask me how I know. The one thing I can do is keep my mouth shut, in general. I'm going to shut it now and not speak unless I have to. They look at you really strange here if you talk about driving someone up a wall or similar. Half the language we use on a regular basis is weird to Thedasians. Anyway, I'm not going to get back to my air conditioning and central heating and FLUSH TOILETS by being maudlin. I'll just say it's a damn good thing that I was in the Girl Scouts as a kid. And my family. I miss my little girl. It's only been one day since the breach. I hope she's okay. Anyway, enough wallowing. It's not going to help.
Nobody's watching him. Now that the poor man fell out of the Fade with the mark on his hand, no one is watching the wolf. He's the only mage with full run of the camp. Oh, he spends hours next to whomever Trevelyan. Does he know what he's done? He knows it went wrong. Does he understand how wrong? I spent a lot of time romancing him when I played the game. I don't think he ever considered that more than his world could be affected. Well, good news, nerds of home. It apparently is a multiverse. Shit, I don't know why I'm writing this. No one who will understand will ever read this unless I can somehow get back home.