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[gatheringstorm]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Korrin Ataash
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Dammit, Anders.
WHEN: Slightly backdated, to after the big announcement. (Well, after she's destroyed some training dummies.)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Knowing Korrin, language. That's probably it, though. And because I'm lazy, this can also be an action log.

[To say that Korrin's upset at the revelation is a vast understatement, and though her tone is even over the sending crystal, it's a forced calm. Anyone who knows her is likely well-aware of the depths of her fury, though there's been enough ranting over the crystal lately. So instead:]

Anyone else having the powerful urge to drink and vent, you're welcome to join me at the tavern. I'm buying. And just to be clear, I'm not challenging a damn thing. I just want a fucking drink, that's all.

[No ranting over the sending crystal, but she is claiming the venting corner, Merrick. Be prepared.]

Comments

[hlif]

Can you come to the camp at some point? I don't want to come to your hold full of liars.

[He's still got homebrew.]

[gatheringstorm]

Of course I can. And I'll bring what maraas-lok I have left to share, and something for Bronson. It's only fair if he has to listen to us, after all.

[hlif]

Cheers, don't want to get thrown out of the Inquisition because I decided to throw something no one should rightfully miss off the edge of a mountain if I find it.

[Abominations don't get to be people, that's the rule.]

[gatheringstorm]

[1000% agreement, bro.]

Except the Wardens, but they're always weird. Alright, give me a little time and I'll get a cask over. We'll drink ourselves senseless.

[hlif]

Shit why can't we just lob them all off the battlements. Or just dig a hole, eventually they'll reach the Deep Roads.

[gatheringstorm]

I'd settle for just the one. Then there'll still be enough to fight Corypheus' blighted pet.