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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.

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Do you know, that might be one thing that I could possibly do while I'm there.

( a bit dry.

guilfoyle could have done it for her, but she'd jumped at the excuse to get away from kirkwall a while longer, even if she'd had second-thoughts once she was there. she'll feel better, seeing to the properties and their staff personally, but.

well, it's not the only thing she's there for. it's just nothing she needed to be there to do.

an exhale. )

Within reason. I can take what's been set aside for me out of what was my lord's personal wealth.

[ Kitty clucks her tongue at that response, and says, rather defensively: ]

Well, you said you weren't there for the money. Sorry for taking you at your word. Is it insured? The estate? [ Do they even have the concept of insurance here, in the medieval past? ]

Edited 2018-07-02 01:23 (UTC)

I said I didn't need to go to Orlais to get the money.

( blandly. )

What do you mean?

Mm. I guess not, then. [ Kitty huffs out a breath, and then says, pre-emptively cautious: ] I'm a rifter. You probably guessed. Anyway, where I'm from, there are services where you can pay a fee to have your home insured. So that if it burns down or something, you get money back for it. But this place does seem a little bit - [ Backwards. ] Um - It just doesn't seem like you'd have it.

No.

( and as tempting as it's been to burn the fucking place behind her, she's at least got the sense to be aware she'd be in irons before she could get anywhere near the border. )

Mm. [ Unfortunate. Insurance fraud would be a neat little solution. (Kitty Jones, if it is not obvious, is something of a criminal.) ]

What about - [ She hesitates. ] Is it in a dangerous country?

( gwenaëlle laughs for a while.

like, a while.

like, an uncomfortably long time for someone to laugh without crying.

are we sure she isn't crying. )

All I am going to do, ( eventually, ) is do what I came to do, take what's mine, and get the fuck out of this miserable place for, ideally, the rest of my life.

Yeah. Well, all right.

[ That's...a creepy sort of laugh. Kitty, though, is undeterred: she fiddles with the crystal so that she's speaking to Gwen and Gwen alone, and says: ]

'Cause - I mean - the crown can't get what's there if it's in the hands of bandits. You know?

I have not been subtle about thinking that that cunt deserves to be dragged naked through the streets of Halamshiral and lit on fire. If I do anything here, they don't need proof.

[ That's...extreme. ]

Well, but it wouldn't be punishing your father, would it.

Every day he has to wake up and live with himself is punishment for my father. I will never leave Orlais if I cross Celene now, so I am not going to do that.

Oh. Is Celene the, erm...

[ Cunt is a word Kitty cannot bring herself to say. ]

Person you meant?

Empress.

She can't say the problem is I'm elfblooded while she's knuckle-deep in elevated elven twat without making herself a laughingstock, but she can't let my lord have an elfblooded heir that he lied about without consequence, either, so the legitimacy has to be the problem. Ergo, I cannot inherit, ergo, she will. I am going to take what's mine and make sure that everyone who served my idiot father doesn't share his misfortune and I'm going to walk away.

Well -

[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSMRHqvkMik ]

Why not leave it to the people, then?

If someone else wants to do something about the matter when I am gone, that's entirely up to them. If it happens while I'm here, it doesn't matter if I was involved or not.

Right, exactly. So why not put out the word? Relieve all the sentries, throw open the doors. Let the poor folk take what they will.

Because that's not fucking subtle or 'after I have safely left the country', is it?

There won't be any sentries, regardless. As I said: every person who works on the properties will have arrangements made for them. What happens to an empty, locked house after I leave it is not my problem.

Of course it's subtle. Or it can be, done right. Word spreads fast, when you put that word in the right ear. All it'd take would be a single whisper.

If any of the many people leaving that house want to whisper it, I won't stand in their way.

[ A noise of frustration. ]

Oh, don't be so passive.

I have no interest in doing anything in Orlais except leaving it.

You hate the Empress. Right?

Everyone she killed stays dead no matter what I do now.

Yeah. Of course. Nothing brings back the dead.

The worst thing she ever did to me was nothing to her, and I've other battles to fight. Fucking phylacteries, for a start.

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