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[doneisdone]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Teren von Skraedder
RECIPIENT: errbody
WHAT: Meet your new Warden mom
WHEN: early Solace, after Weisshaupt/the Deep Roads
WHERE: in your earholes
NOTES: teren is mean

Good evening, Skyhold. This is Senior Warden Teren von Skraedder, and I have conceded to use this blasted thing to inform you that I am the newly-appointed Warden liaison for the Inquisition.

Concerns and questions from or regarding Wardens in the context of the Inquisition should be directed to me. I would advise you not to waste my time with inane commentary, but I know who I'm representing and will simply remind you that I control the camp's whiskey rations.

All complaints from Alistair and Kaisa must be reported first to Anders, in observation of both punishing any remaining past misdeeds and in protecting my ears from their keening.

In addition, it would be remiss of me not to inform you that one of our own answered his Calling on our recent expedition to the Deep Roads. May each of us drink to Senior Warden Hercules Hansen tonight, who gave his life in sacrifice to the well-being of Thedas.

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

So essentially you're making me your right hand.

[In other words, time to make her reconsider this choice.]

And asking that I report to you regularly because you know how they can get.

[doneisdone]

Don't get ahead of yourself.

[justice_is_blond]

Too late, already there. Every. Day. You'll see me, speak with me. Won't that be great?

[Teren you don't want this he doesn't want this please.]

[doneisdone]

All correspondence from Anders, Kaisa, and Alistair is to be reported via Blackwall.

[justice_is_blond]

Oh, such a shame.

[Does he sound smug? Yes, he sounds smug.]

[byblow]

So half of us have to report to Blackwall first, then he forwards things to you—doesn't that make you more of a Blackwall liaison?

[justice_is_blond]

I think his beard is his liason.

[unbrokenoath]

Alistair, I think we're being discriminated against.

[byblow]

Who do we complain to about that if the people we're meant to complain to are the ones doing it?

[doneisdone]

Perhaps we ought to ask Orlais.

[byblow]

I'm fairly sure Orlais' advice will be to fight you, take your position, and display your head on a pike outside my new tent.

[ Moira Theirin wasn't his grandmum, but she was still his grandmother. ]

[doneisdone]

[silence]





well they're welcome to try.

[scalethewall]

Wait a moment... what just happened?

[unbrokenoath]

I would like to start with complaining about discrimination against Fereldans.

[scalethewall]

Well, I'd say all complaints need to be submitted in written form, but that seems like even further discrimination against Fereldans. [Do you see what he did there? It's funny because everyone knows Fereldans can't read or write. Ha.]

[byblow]

I'd like to complain about more discrimination and the lack of paper to write our complaints on.

[scalethewall]

Of course, leave it to Fereldans not to have anything to write on. Maker, you lot are a needy bunch. What next? Quills? Ink?! Things are already getting out of hand.

[unbrokenoath]

I'll form all the complaints as dirty limericks about my sexual exploits.

[scalethewall]

It strikes me as very odd that I'm taking that as a threat... [What happened to his life?]

[justice_is_blond]

I helped you get promoted. You're welcome.

[scalethewall]

I see... So, I should be thanking you? [He sounds strangely unthankful.]

[justice_is_blond]

Perhaps not. I did do it to get out of it. And yet you've a promotion. I hear most people enjoy them.