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[ofsilverflame]

—ing something. I don't know, it made a noise and when I picked it up, and my finger slipped across the damn screen and now I don't know what I'm looking at.

[The murmuring of another, somewhat higher-pitched voice. Words can't be made out, but it sounds amused.]

Holly please, I genuinely have no idea what I'm doing with this thing. Can you help? Look it's [Pause, sounds of things being shifted, Chris might be picking it up.] ...it's showing a portrait of me now. Holly, why is it showing a portrait of me? Wait, no it's...some sort of mirror function? Why would...ah!

[A *thump* sound as the phone hits the floor. Immediately a picture is uploaded to the network; Chris' face, half off-screen, tilted at an odd angle with a look of surprise as the phone drops from her hand after she accidentally selfies herself. Behind her is Holly, her familiar, hovering in the air and looking very amused. More shifting sounds as the phone is picked up.]

What the blazes...my upload has been completed? Load of what?

[Audible laughter in the background]

And may I ask what is so funny?

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[ofsilverflame]

Yes...quests. I'm afraid I don't entirely understand how that part works. [Though she's getting a real crash course on the "talk to people" part today.] I should like to find some work however, if I am to be here. I've never enjoyed sitting idle. Would you explain in greater detail?

No, devices like this are far beyond anything my world is capable of. Perhaps the Sindar might have had something equivalent, but if that was the case, the knowledge was lost along with their civilization.

I am...quite out of my depth.

[wuf]

[ Oh no, greater detail. He considers it for a moment, and he's going to do his very best with as little words as possible. ]

Quest board shows us quests.

[ Pauses...for a moment. ]

Accept quest. Do job. Once job is done, get paid. Quests like catch thieves. Help people with things. Easy often!

Not like this at home either.

[ofsilverflame]

Well...that sort of thing is more like the duties I'm accustomed to, at least.

[Not entirely the same, but certainly easier to deal with than all this magic nonsense.]

I shall have to investigate it more fully. Thank you. [If she's doing work like that she might feel more productive.]

...May I ask how long it took for you to adjust? To life here and all...this.

[wuf]

Not here long.

[ He...sighs. ]

Too noisy. Stay out. Don't like inside.