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closed, ish.

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Grey Wardens & Other Shady Fuckers
WHAT: Shopping lists, probably
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: From Halamshiral to wherever
NOTES: PLEASE THREADJACK, PLEASE GO OFF TOPIC, this is for bonding and chatter for Wardens + anyone else living in or around the Guild House/Camp Shady in the valley. If you're not sure your character would have been included then you're welcome to assume they were! He'd be liberal about who's on the list. He's just not bothering The Whole Inquisition. This is such a long note. I'm sorry, for that and for so much else.

Hello Wardens and... [ assassins and bards and blood mages? ] ...friends. This is Alistair; I'm in Halamshiral; there's a market that hasn't been burned down yet. Does anyone need anything?

If it's expensive, you may have to send me some money. Or tell me how it will stop the Blight. One of the two.

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Ink, four bottles. If you find any blank bound journals I wouldn't say no to those either but don't trouble yourself.

I'd be delighted to trouble myself for you, Velanna.

You're not funny.

I need quill pen nibs as well. Size 6, extra fine. I just noticed I only have two left.

Mmm, now call me obnoxious.

And tell me more about nibs.

I need them for writing. Eventually they wear down and break, thus the need for new ones.

Have you considered writing less and talking to me more? For your quills' sake.

I enjoy writing.

And what do you propose we would talk about? We have little in common.

That's not true. You fight darkspawn, I fight darkspawn. You think history is interesting, I think history is—tolerable. You don't like me, I don't like me. That's three things, and I didn't even have to think about it.

[You know she was totally going to snap back and then he said the last thing.]

You don't like yourself?

Of course I don't. Whatever other failings I might have, I have great taste in people.

[she scoffs a little in that]

Then you certainly shouldn't want to talk to me. I'm horrible.

Not when you talk.

Especially when I talk.

No. Silence is horrible. And your nib-scratching doesn't count.

If they're making a scratching sound that's a sign they are wearing down and need to be changed. Or you don't have enough ink and you're ruining the tip. Or you're pressing down too hard, which again, will ruin the tip.

More problems you could solve by talking more.

I'm better at writing than I am at talking.

It's like anything else. You have to practice.

I have been speaking since I was a babe. If I haven't gotten a handle on it now there's clearly no hope for me.

Velanna. Please. You're still a babe.

I'm older than you. [No she isn't picking up what you're laying down, Alistair.]

[ He scoffs. ]

Only in body, and spirit, and years.

And while you may act it at times, you are not a child, and neither am I. [She pauses for a moment.] The Calling isn't far off. It's too late for me to learn how to be good at talking to people.