The only thing you have to really send is the head and brain." Oh I think I see," I said although I really didn't."It works like this," sighed Briggs...."We scan you in and feed in your DNA into the system and it will send out a signal to make up your body, heart, lungs, bones, all to a general type based on your inputted parameters, but it will only spend time and valuable computing power on the bit above your neck." So the body I receive at the far ends will not in fact be mine?" I said."Well. Sort of like a bolt of lightning hit. It broke a bunch of the machines. I wondered if I might have somehow conducted the power through whatever connection I have to Thedas and that's what killed the revenant. Maybe it happened again? Could that be what Irving felt?"No one could confirm or deny that theory, and so, shrugging, we turned back to the problem of a group of mages thinking I was a templar. We pulled Wynne into the discussion, glossing over who I really was but promising to explain. But for the moment her emotions ruled, her silence agreed with Hayden.After she calmed down, Hayden gently let her go, keeping his hands on her shoulders. Catching her gaze, he touted, "Tell you what; I'll make sure we dance with each other as much as possible tonight.That way you can tell this lunk-head he better get on the stick. You have another guy interested... and you won't be lying, ok?"Becca nervously glanced at his hands on her shoulders. "We'll see about tonight, but for now I have to. Giselle was to entertain a never-ending stream of visitors, both male and female. Her reward was a continued existence.Screwing seemed to be the local popular pastime. Apart from running away or fighting the enemy, the little fuckers screwed the day away it seemed to her. Giselle became just another cunt and the men soon lost the added interest that she was a westerner. They argued about the price, eventually, they stopped coming to the tent. Sake decided that Giselle had to do something else.