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[samahl]

FORM: Hand-written public posting.
SENDER: Cyril Ashara
RECIPIENT: OPEN
WHAT: A couple requests
WHEN: Recent
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: None at the moment!

Requesting to barter or trade for the following items:

[What follows is a list of ingredients that can be used to create home made lotions, oils, and rudimentary sun block.]

If interested, please contact Cyril Ashara.

Also;

MISSING ONE (1) ANGRY DALISH ELF.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Noticeable Features: Vallaslin over one eye, scar over lip.

IF FOUND: Please inform him that no one believes his grumpy loner act.

Comments

drive-by helpfulness

[byblow]

I believe his grumpy loner act.

[ No idea who they're talking about. ]

[samahl]

While I'm usually up for encouraging bad behavior I'm not sure it's helpful in this case.

[byblow]

If it were helpful it wouldn't really be bad, would it?

[samahl]

I don't know, there are some bad behaviors I find extraordinarily helpful.

[byblow]

I think that makes them good behaviors.

Unless they only help you and hurt other people.

Or help you now but hurt you later.

[samahl]

You're right.

'Naughty' is probably a better word for the ones I like.

[ombranera]

And you would know quite a bit about 'naughty' habits, wouldn't you Cyril? Alistair, less so. He's terribly well behaved.

[samahl]

Alistair? Interesting.

I'd suppose if he wasn't, you'd have called dibs by now.

[ombranera]

I did call dibs over a decade ago; and I licked him so he is mine. If this griffon ever chooses to hop or straddle the border for awhile I get first ride.

[byblow]

What?

[ombranera]

Let me help, Alistair. Trust me.

[spellwisp]

I think he means he'd like to entertain you in the back of an aravel.

[ombranera]

Aravel? What do you take me for- some two bit rogue with no sense of romance? Alistair is a hero and an old friend. For him he gets only the finest of dinners, a full, proper Antivan Massage, and a ravishing so thorough on the finest satin sheets in a large bed for hours upon hours until he can no longer recall his name.

[spellwisp]

Oh my. That-- That is--

[ So much blushing. ]

You must be very good friends indeed. I just figured an aravel would be convenient for the road.

[ombranera]

My dear, I think you have mistaken me for a Dalish. I am not Dalish at all, I am Antivan.

[byblow]

I'm so glad all of Skyhold knows this.

[ He'll be fine. Thank you for the naughtiness-repellant dibs. ]

[ombranera]

Are you ashamed of what we share? I thought you a better man than that.

[samahl]

I always respect dibs. Good luck.

[ombranera]

I knew you would understand.

[samahl]

If you need to practice for that day, should it come, you know where I am.

[ombranera]

Mmmm...There is no reason not to practice beforehand, is there?

[samahl]

Practice makes perfect.

I'm not sure your technique could improve, if I'm honest, but I'd like to see if it's possible.

[byblow]

[ YOU CAN'T HAVE DIBS ON PEOPLE, Alistair writes, but then--yes. Okay. He thinks better of it and carefully blocks it entirely out. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril fills in the scribbles and draws a garden on top of it, using it as grass in which flowers and plants grow out of.]

[byblow]

[ Awww that's sweet and not naughty at all. Alistair adds a sun for him. ]