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[rathercommon]

Hello,

Clara, who does the food ordering at the tavern, wanted to ask you if you have any preferences regarding the sorts of cheeses she should have the merchants bring.

Over the crystal

[ombranera]

Remind me again how it was we entertained ourselves during those long marches? I find myself wanting for something other than mud and rain.

note

[byblow]

Did Zevran
I'm a simple man with simpl

I get to choose the cheeses now? It's not even my birthday.

Strong, soft, & smearable is my preference. The Marquis of Val Firmin is horrifically devout & might give the Inquisition a discount from his dairy if someone works the whole Herald of Andraste thing into the conversation a few times.

If this is a late Satinalia prank I'll never forgive everyone involved.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh, no, the Legendary Warden is sort of cute. ]

I wouldn't ever be that cruel. She wouldn't, either. She remembers the Blight. And a few of the Wardens were talking about things you like, and a less-wicked-than-most spy was concealed nearby. So...

[byblow]

Aw, poor old Zevran. Are there any evil witches in the evil swamp? Find one and try to make her so angry she can't talk. That's how I got by, anyway.

[ombranera]

Alas, there is a distinct lack of sneaky witch thieves in the bog. Or handsome chantry boys for me to oogle. Or disapproving old women to tease about their bosom.

sending crystal

[serannas]

Your socks must be nice and dry right now. I wish I could say the same.

[ ... ]

It's Ellana, by the way. If you've forgotten our deep conversation about socks.

[byblow]

So strong, soft, & smearable.

This is the only situation where I won't say not to thank me. Please thank me, with cheese.

Does the spy have a name?

[byblow]

I don't think you're looking hard enough. Or you need to be more flexible. Try looking for a disapproving Chantry thief or a handsome, sneaky old woman.

[byblow]

Ellana, Ellana...

[ Like he's trying to remember. He does. His fingersnap is audible even though the accompanying aha expression is lost. ]

You got lost in my eyes and I insulted your feet. Are they pruney now? Don't lie.

[ombranera]

Or perhaps I might play 'I spy'. That seemed to work for you well enough.

[byblow]

There's an idea. Do you have anyone to play with?

[ombranera]

Not at the moment. Everyone else is trudging along, trying to ignore the rain and the mud. I am seriously beginning to miss the dog.

[rathercommon]

Like a cave beetle with its shell removed. Got it.

In spy circles, the spy's name is something really intensely cool like High Dragon or Dagger or The Storm. Her civilian name is Kitty. She sometimes serves you drinks at the tavern.

[byblow]

We could get you a puppy. [ Surely being a veteran of the Fifth Blight is worth a puppy. And in the meantime: ] I'll play with you. I've seen bogs. They're all the same.

[ombranera]

I already have one. He's a lovely shade of copper and has a fondness for cheese. [ It does earn Alistair a faint crackle of laughter. ] Ah, well then. I spy something that starts with...B.

[serannas]

Hmmph. Like I'd give you the satisfaction of knowing my feet are disgusting right now.

[ She wriggles her toes in her boots and makes a face to herself. ]

I can't wait to get back to my pack and change into dry socks.

[byblow]

Now you've ruined my favorite cheese.

[ If there's any chance she might think he's genuinely upset, hopefully the back of the note—a stick figure cat perched on a stick figure dragon with a dagger in one claw, surrounded by lightning—will take care of that. ]

[byblow]

Heeeey.

[ Because pitiful whining is the best way to convince someone he isn't a puppy. ]

Bog? Do you see a bog? You can't use the whole bog, Zevran, that's boring.

[rathercommon]

[ And there is a moment where she worries she went too far - after all, it's not like she knows the Warden and that might really offend him - but that stick figure drawing assuages her worries. And also it's wonderful and is going to be kept amongst her most treasured things.

In return, she sends back a (very bad) doodle of a man in armor holding a rudimentary block of cheese with outrageous stink lines coming from it. And, underneath: ]

Does Val Firmin have any military forces, or just dairies?

[ombranera]

He is housebroken and everything- or at least he was when I left him. [ This is much better than walking alone and bored. ] No, it is not a bog. But it is in the bog.

[byblow]

Mmmhm. [ He sounds satisfied anyway. ] You'd think there would be magic for that. Dry socks. I'm sure it would change a lot of hearts.

[serannas]

It seems too refined. Any magic to dry socks runs the risk of lighting them on fire instead. But it's nice to dream.

[byblow]

Last word is that the Duchess is lending her forces to the Empress or the Grand Duke. One of those two. The dairies are left without protection but I don't think either side is monster enough to attack a dairy.

That's the best likeness of me I've ever seen. Thank you.

[byblow]

That won't last. He'll be wild before you get back.

Is iiiiiiit. A bullfrog?