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[shri]

FORM: Sending Crystal.
SENDER: Lakshmibai
RECIPIENT: Any one and everyone.
WHAT: Head of Community Outreach & Are you a rifter? Do you know how to weave? Want to turn a profit and help out the inquisition? Please inquire.
WHEN: Time is a flat circle.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: nothing too serious

Greetings... It is Rani Lakshmibai.

[ Right, that out of the way. ]

I have two matters which I need a moment - [ Here we go. ] - I have recently been made Head of Community Outreach, for which I'm honoured. I wish to a little more to understand where I might be applied in helping others, but as yet many things still escape me as where help might be best applied to those that need it. If you have a moment to speak with me, in person, I would be much obliged. My Quarters are in the Gallows.

[ Onwards then, because who works and doesn't overwork? Not her. ] Secondly, and for rifters amongst us... I have spoken with Master Barnabas, a merchant here in Kirkwall, and I realised that whilst what many of us bring in terms of items here can be desirable and turn a good profit for it's... foreign nature. Such things are short-term investments. [ And that as far as she's concerned, is a waste. ] As such, I am looking for women or men, of moderate skill in weaving textiles and who can take direction easily, to join me in such work. You will be paid, though primarily, all extra earnings are to be funded back into the Inquisition. I intend to work things that no part of Thedas has seen before, and feel we are uniquely qualified for such an endeavour.

If such a thing is in your ability, please enquire.

[ Somewhere, her husband is following her about, tugging at her hair and laughing. ]

That is all. My regards.

Comments

[shri]

[ Something plays there - something, so infinitely amusing to her but it comes no further than the flicker of a smile in her mouth, then the flat hungry thing behind her eyes as she dips her head. Acknowledging his words. ]

Then we are well matched.

[ And she moves on. ]

You'll understand, of course, that there is little to be done with what the Inquisition has by itself. A great deal of patching holes in a broken damn wall is what it looks like.

[justice_is_blond]

[The changes are difficult to read, faint amusement? some sort of hidden anger? He can't put name to it, but she's not ordering him out or changing her mind about helping so he files it away to think about another day. He nods.]

I know. There's little as it is, and Darktown will ever be lowest priority for every organization. It provides no money and no power. What can be added will help. Currently we've the Chantry pretending to care and sending aid down... but Darktown has been here for centuries and the Chantry has never cared before.

[His smile is a little cold.]

They'll help, and when they've got whatever they're after, they'll stop. But we will still be here. I will still be here, as I've been for... [he waves a hand.] Nine years? Something like. And maybe the Chantry will actually be useful for a time for more than simply keeping people down, persecuting, and enslaving. Wouldn't that be a change. And now I've gone off track, my apologies. In short, whatever help can come to Darktown is welcome, regardless of how much or little it is or what agenda it serves.

[shri]

Mm.

[ She's careful, of course, she must be. She is first and foremost a rifter and a precarious position that is. One day she is a half step from being a demon, forced to wear a collar to protect others, the next, just a human. She does not doubt that if they were to become too vocal, such things can be taken back.

And when you weren't even considered human - well. ]

Faith offers much, but it can lose its way. Especially when there is grandness to be had. But even if their interest is brief and self-serving... then best we use it whilst we have it to its full extent.

[justice_is_blond]

My thoughts exactly.

[The charity offered is more than likely simply a show, but it's a show that provides something they wouldn't have otherwise. The supplements are needed, even if the funding for those supplements came from mage labor for so many years.]

I'll see you tomorrow, then. If you can meet me in the infirmary here in the Gallows just after lunchtime, that would be easiest for me. I take my lunch there as I finish my shift.

[shri]

Certainly.

[ Another book is pulled out - one that seems to be where she structures other parts of her life. Organised, this one, meticulously so. Not that a word of it would be much in the way of legible. The marathi script that goes along in little-dotted notes of curled up letters.

It is, however, messy though. ]

I'll see you then.

Laaaaaate, I'm sorry.

[justice_is_blond]

[He finishes up his lunch quickly and gathers up what he's taking down - the usual small kit along with herbs he'd gathered extra of from the garden this morning. Just in case he fills a second waterskin. There's no telling if a queen would expect to enter a place with no easy, or even mildly inconvenient, access to water.]

np!!

[shri]

[ There's no airs and graces to when she arrives. She is just one more Inquisition soldier. The sturdy greens and browns of any of them. The concession still of the sash tied around her body, to denote her in particular. The gold nose ring hooking by a chain to her hair, the tikka in her hair and laying flat to her brow.

Her knock on the door is firm, her off hand balancing on the sword on her belt. Waiting for him - leaning into her hip. ]

[justice_is_blond]

[She gets a quick look over before he's nodding and joining her, holding out the second waterskin. His robes are dark blue with silver accents, Grey Warden colors, and his jewelry is equally minimal - small band on his ring finger, small silver hoop in an ear, and a sliver of chain showing while the most of it sits under his robes.]

I'm glad to see you. Shall we?

[There's no time like the present, and if she's amenable then he's heading out, toward the stairs.]

[shri]

[ She takes it, tying it to the clips of the high waisted belted she prefers, keeping it steady. There is to every movement - a brisk utilitarian nature. An economy that spares little for things that it does not need. More soldier than a lady, and maybe she takes pride in that too, but it comes down to simple weigh up of needs. ]

By all means, lead on.

[ She gestures, letting him take the front. ]