Literally the moment they gave him one

[toujoursdroit]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Romain de Coucy
RECIPIENT: Anyone + Gwenaëlle
WHAT: Someone is making an entrance
WHEN: Somewhat after the Winter Palace ... events
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Sorry he's so ... him. No warnings for now, though.

Good day, people of the Inquisition. I understand it's acceptable etiquette to pose general questions through this means. Mine is this: What resources, in your opinion, does the Inquisition most need at present?

Also, Gwenaëlle, if you are listening, please let me know where you are. I'm too old to go wandering up and down staircases at random.

Comments

[arcaneadvisor]

Fewer Templars, less talk of the Chant. A more well-stocked library for their influence blights it for all.

[A brief pause and then:]

Your interest in Gwenaëlle?

[Why does she need to have manners, she was raised in a swamp.]

[toujoursdroit]

[Almost amused:]

Familial. She's my granddaughter. And a friend of yours, I take it?

[arcaneadvisor]

A dear friend, neither word one I would use lightly. A relation to Emeric then?

[No title for you Emeric.]

[toujoursdroit]

[He does not choke, nor even scoff, but there is a slightly longer pause. His feelings about Emeric, while well known at home, do not need elaborating upon here.]

Only by marriage. My daughter was Gwenaëlle's mother.

[He does, at least, have hope that she omitted his title out of disrespect and not because she and Emeric are especially close friends.]

[arcaneadvisor]

[Ah. That explains more than she was expecting, same as the time the young lady in question arrived in her room to deliver the truth into Morrigan's lap one night.]

She has spoken fondly of her. [Meaning they've spoken of her at least.] Your name, before I tell you where you might find her.

[toujoursdroit]

Duke Romain de Coucy, at your service. And I appreciate you caution on her behalf, truly.

[arcaneadvisor]

You may call me Morrigan. There are private quarters she keeps where guests to Skyhold are usually housed, though she does have a hound she walks with often, not a mabari. Some other thing yet to grow into himself.

[toujoursdroit]

Well, small mercies at least.

[He may, in fact, take her forsaking her mask a little better when contrasted with the possibility she could have picked up a Fereldan war hound instead.]

I will seek her out, then. And perhaps I may have the pleasure of making your acquaintance in person, during my visit to Skyhold.

[arcaneadvisor]

[Maker forbid she find half-eaten rotted animals in her undergarments. Morrigan has lived that life, there are a select few she'd wish it upon.]

A rare few who would call it thus. I have a private study off the gardens, should you wish to speak with me? You will find me there most days.

[toujoursdroit]

I will be delighted to call upon you soon, then. My thanks.

[And, presumably, he will be off to find his granddaughter in the meanwhile.]