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[36 hours after all of this, there is still a mage in the stocks.]

[By now, he's sort of sagged against the thing, about as laid out as one can get when they're put in this position. The lack of food, the lack of water, and sleep, have pretty much served to push him into a semi-conscious, vaguely hallucinogenic, state of mind.]

[The coating on his skin is itching. But he lost the energy to do anything about it long ago.]

[Technically, he's free by now. All he needs is someone to come open the thing up, and let him crawl away.]

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[Calvin's cautiously walking around, outside. This place was definitely not his home, and the complete lack of any other cats disappointed him pretty heavily.

Then he sees something, off in the distance. Is that a fellow feline? He can't quite see, but from this long distance it almost looks like some crazy multicolored cat!]

Are you okay, over there?

[He notices that this stranger is actually in a pretty rough spot. Officer McMurray to the rescue! The closer he gets, the less cat-like he appears... Weird.]

Hold on! I'm coming! Wait-... What are you...

[He stirs slightly, but lacks the energy to really lift his head.]

[When he does manage to focus on the stranger, he blinks, and lets his head droop again.]

[Maker's breath, he really is hallucinating if he's seeing a giant, talking cat.]

[When he finally reaches him, he notices that this is just another one of those humans... He'd be sad, if the situation did not require his immediate attention.]

You alright? Hey-... What is this?

[By "this" he means whatever Anders is covered in... It looks almost like... Oh god, no. What. Calvin reaches a hand out and slightly gives the man a nudge... Yes, this is fur... Eugh god, who would-...]

I'll-... I'll get you out. Hold on.

[What monster would cover someone in the hair of babies. WHAT MONSTER I ASK YOU. The cat starts to fiddle and mess with the stocks, trying to open them.]

[At least for now, the mage hasn't realized what exactly the fur is from. He'd probably be sick if he knew, and he doesn't have enough in him to be sick right now.]

[This is one big hallucination. That's the reason there's a cat talking to him.]

[Since his allotted time is up, the stocks open readily enough... allowing Anders to just sort of flop all over the ground in a daze.]

Oh jeez. Uh... Uh...

[Calvin just lets Anders flop onto the ground, quickly looking around for some source of aid.]

Do you need anything? Should I- I don't know... Do you need me to carry you some where?

[Freckle, that was a stupid suggestion you're like 5 feet tall.]

Water? Or something? Hang in there! Oh god don't die.

[The hallucination is still talking. A giant cat is talking. Okay then. Is he dying again?]

[But at the mention of water, he opens his eyes -- a little, but enough to try and blearily focus on the cat-person-thing.]

[And nod. Dehydration is killer. Literally.]

Water! Okay! Hang on!

[And off he scampers, running wildly inside to look for some sort of kitchen, or sink, or anything at all. He's gone for quite some time. Hopefully Anders hasn't dried up like a raisin, yet.

He's tries carrying water in his cupped paws, like an idiot. Thankfully, he manages to find a clay bowl and fill it with water.]

I'm back! Still alive?

[By the time he reaches Anders again, half of the water has splashed out of it's container... Well, it should still provide some sort of relief!]

Can you hold it? Should I help?

[And just like that, the hallucination is gone. Yep. That was totally all in his head. Except... he's unbound. That's different. Did someone come?]

[When the cat gets back, he's managed to prop himself up against the stocks. But that's about it. He's not going much of anywhere on his own power for a while.]

[The voice again? He thought he was done imagining this. And his eyes fall on the bowl. He reaches out for it. Sort of. Really, it's more like his hand twitches.]

Alright. Let me just...

[He moves the water closer to his mouth, helping Anders hold up a rather furry hand to the bowl.

See how helpful this hallucination is?!]

Careful drinking, don't want any going down the wrong pipe or anything...

[Pretty much as soon as there's water in his mouth, there's no need to warn him not to swallow wrong. It's gone too quickly for that -- because this is, officially, the best water ever.]

[When it's gone, he takes a deep breath, seemingly relaxing.]

[He must just be picturing someone as a cat. That's all. Which means...]

... Hawke?

Nnnno...? Calvin. Should I get more water?

[The kitten-faced kid looks to the side, awkwardly. It can't be very comfortable to talk to someone covered in the hair of... children. But Calvin's pretty sure Anders didn't do that to himself.]

So... What happened?

[He shakes his head slightly. That's not a familiar name. Maybe it's someone he hasn't met. Some stranger then. He tries blinking, to clear his head, but it doesn't really help.]

Yes.

[Right now, Anders can't really tell up from down, much less what he's covered in.]

Happened?

[Calvin kneels down, trying to get eye level with Anders.]

Yeah, happened. Like eh- you know... Who did this?

[He tugs at the fur, unintentionally pulling a little bit off.]

And... Why, I guess? All this... stuff.

[Brushing his hand off on his pant leg, he stands back up. Calvin's not very tall, even with Anders sitting there.]

[Sorry man, Anders isn't really home right now. He does hiss a little through his teeth as the fur gets pulled off. That hurt.]

Justice.

[He nods slightly. Because that makes total sense.]

It... was justice.

Justice? Justice is good this isn't really what I think when I think of "Justice"... I guess old-... justice...

[He sets the bowl down beside Anders.]

Did you do something to make them want to do this?

[Is Freckle talking to a NO GOOD CRIMINAL?]

[Freckle, honey, this isn't really a good time to expect a coherent answer out of this guy. It takes him a couple minutes to even figure out he's being asked a question.]

[Then he blinks.]

The woman... she had to pay.

Oh...

[That's it. Freckle's onto you, mister. He can just hear it. "The kitten... He had to pay."]

Okay...

[Calvin's just going to take a step or two back.]

Well. Unless you need anything else, I'm just going to... Get out of here.

[He'd respond. Or nod. But, suddenly, falling asleep sounds fabulous.]

[He won't protest when the "hallucination" leaves.]

[At the appointed hour, it is Isabel who appears to release Anders. She doesn't speak, simply mounts the platform purposefully and turns a key in a lock.

She doesn't even bother to lift the bar free, though if he tries now, it will come loose.

She turns to go.]

[He doesn't try. Not right yet.]

[He just sort of sits there, but the presence of someone else sort of... vaguely registers.]

... Hawke?

[She pauses, but doesn't turn back.]

No.

[He makes a game attempt to look up and focus on her.]

Who...?

Speak up if you wish me to answer.

I am Lady Isabel Galstone.

[And you are not new, so why must she introduce herself?]

[Because right now she looks like a big blur.]

[A blur he blinks at, several times, before trying to speak up -- his voice comes out hoarse and rough.]

Why are you...? Why are you here?

[This isn't the headsman.]

Your confinement has ended.

[Far sooner than it should have done.]

I have released you.

[He sits there a moment longer, while this processes.]

[Then he makes the attempt to stand up, only to sort of... flop back down again. Granted, he's free, but also on the ground.]

[Isabel stares down at him, her lip curling slightly. But she smooths out the expression soon enough.

She is not going to help him up.

He is filthy.]

Use your journal. You may wish to summon a friend to assist you.

[Anders doesn't quite respond right away. He lifts his head to stare blearily at her again, then his head falls -- it's probably a nod.]

Yes... I...

[And then ht tries focusing again.]

Thank you.

[Isabel watches him only a moment longer before concluding that she has spent enough time on him.

Should he choose to remain here, filthy, then that is no concern of hers. Should he choose to call someone fit to assist him, then so much the better.

Either way, she has other tasks to attend to.

She lifts her skirts to keep the hems from trailing as she walks away across the green.]

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