mail delivery.

[serjeant]

FORM: Crystal.
SENDER: Seoraj Allaway.
RECIPIENT: You lot.
WHAT: Couple things.
WHEN: Current.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: If your character has anyone who'd write them from Val Royeaux, feel free to put their hand up as one of the names he reads out.

This a funny little thing, isn't it. Ho, the Inquisition;

( and this is a very distinctly starkhaven accent, too, and the warm, somewhat gravelly voice it belongs to might be recognisable to some of those listening to it, )

your new blacksmith. Got a few letters come out of Val Royeax for - ( he goes through the names, mostly not mangling the pronunciation though there are a few that give him trouble and he sounds them out with care ) - if you want to come down to the forge for 'em. Don't mind coming to you, if needs be, and I'd mind less if you were inclined to be grateful.

( give him a beer it was a long trip. )

Other'n that, if you see a little fellow looks like he last bathed before he were born and answers to name of Yngvi, tell him Seoraj is looking for him and how high I toss him in the air depends how long it takes me to find him.

( Disclaimer probably won't toss him in the air. He sounds affectionate, not like he's owed money. )

Comments

[inagutterson]

[Do you know how long it's been since he heard this voice it's been far too long is the only answer because he doesn't keep track really and he'll need to just make something up that sounds good.]

Seoraj? [Just to confirm. To be very sure that this is who it is he's hearing here but who else would slander and describe him so accurately in the same breath?] Where you throwin' me, why am I gettin' tossed you'll make over three quarters of the Inquisition jealous with that talk.

[Let him bask in this glow, let the 80s music play goddamn what is this.]

[serjeant]

( sedately; )

Aye, and here with more: got you a present. Fetch your arse down to the forge before I give it to someone else.

( likelihood of that happening: zero. )

[inagutterson]

[What a good day.]

Dowagers would come for you. Six of them Nevarran. Nevarran dowagers. An alarming creature because the Orlesian ones are just bored but the Nevarran ones'll do something about it.

[Also:]

I have children now. [They're nugs but let's see what the rumour mill says about him.]

[serjeant]

Do you. ( A trace of amusement. ) Bring 'em down and give us a look, then, before I have to decide whether or not I'm afraid of dowagers-

They might like me, you never know.

[inagutterson]

Lot of risk you're exposing yourself to there, what if they take a shine to you? [Imagine if you will the horror that awaits.]

Eat you alive they-- [he's walking and talking as he likes to do, there's a collision] don't tell me to mind where I'm walking, you mind where you're walking this is my home. Some people. Looking at my children funny 'cause they're short.

[Yngvi of course just walked right into them because he's a dwarf and you will get the hell out of his way when he's going to see long lost friends fuck you. Actually--]

Where am I going?

[serjeant]

( Seoraj obliges with directions - )

Mind where you're walking, Yngvi, ( tolerantly. )

[inagutterson]

This is my city, is it my fault that humans don't look both ways and some of them wear six layers of skirts and that's just a certain breed of Templar?

[Wait--

Is that--

Oh yes it is! Let him just kind of weave through some folk to appear as casual as possible with some tiny pink faces poking out of pockets because what did you expect of his children.] I'm here, I'm keeping all my bits intact cheers. No tossing.