crystal.

[elegiaque]

FORM: Crystal!
SENDER: Gwenaëlle Baudin.
RECIPIENT: Anyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Summary of content.
WHEN: Currentish.
WHERE: She's in Halamshiral; wherever you all are.
NOTES: Optional side quest. Also I know the difference between Kirkwall and Halamshiral and didn't edit her misspeaking a day later. You don't know.

This is Gwenaëlle Baudin. I need to make a brief trip from Halamshiral to an estate in the Dales, and given what happened the last time I took that road—

( understandably tersely, for those who do know what it was that happened, )

—I would prefer to do it with several able warriors. I've some other contacts I can reach out to closer to hand if no one is available, but I'm not in a great rush to do it, so if anyone is bored of the unrest in Kirkwall and would like to make a bit of coin on the side while touring some different, exciting unrest in what I assume will be remembered as the last days of Orlais before it was overrun by Corypheus, do be in touch.

Do not bother responding if you can't bring yourself to refrain from embarrassing the Inquisition in the High Quarter.

Comments

[sorcerised]

The Dalish might not be the only ones who don't need an excuse.

[ She's not wrong. It would be far better to travel with a group. ]

Look, if you change your mind, my offer will stand. It's all right if you don't, just. In case you do.

[elegiaque]

You mean well.

( that's as kind as she's prepared to be, on that matter. it doesn't seem worth it to explicitly lay out the problem; the fact he doesn't already understand it is half the problem, in itself makes him unsuitable. )

[sorcerised]

I really do. I don't want you to get hurt.

[ He hasn't known her before now, but if she did get hurt, he knows he'd feel the weight of not having been there. It isn't an easy choice.

Iessa still has to win. He can't leave her alone in a place so hostile to her kind as this. ]

Or the rest of your family. I hope they'll be safe.

[elegiaque]

( sisters: dead. mothers: dead. father: seeking death like an old friend. husband: maybe dead when she gets her fucking hands on him—

her brother's probably fine. not speaking to her, but fine. )

I appreciate the thought. I'm sure Voss, Ricart and Lakshmi will be more than adequate to the job.

[sorcerised]

I'm sure they will.

[ Who's sure?! He doesn't know them any more than he knows her. ]

No more than a week, you said?

[elegiaque]

A week or more.

[sorcerised]

[ Sigh. ]

Please be careful.

[elegiaque]

Obviously.