crystal.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everyone around the Gallows
WHAT: A survey
WHEN: Nowish
NOTES: This is only partly my fault

[ Let it be said that Alistair has backed down from all manner of challenges and dares and weird games of chicken, if they were stupid and he wasn't in the mood, but also let it be said that he hasn't backed down from this specific one. ]

I know we're all very busy preventing the world from ending, but if I could have a moment of your time for some important questions—

First, I need to know what sorts of things you consider good-looking, in a man, generally speaking. It doesn't matter if you're attracted to men or not, before anyone feels the need to explain their love lives to me. I only need to know what sort of man-faces you think are pleasant.

And then I need to know if you think Byerly Rutyer is good looking enough to make up for not being a nice man.

And he'd also like to know how much money each of you have. I think that's important for you to know before you answer the nice man part.

Comments

[heirring]

[A bright laugh, then a stern clearing of her throat so she might adopt some good humored faux seriousness:]

Then it must be added to the long list of terrible things happening on account of the war. And maybe the next time the Inquisition is in a position to bargain with someone, it can trade some aid or support in exchange for the services of some grim heavy handed old maid to mind Mr Rutyer until the Wardens have the time.

[byblow]

You know, for that, we might not have to bargain at all. I’m sure there are plenty of elders who want to help the cause somehow but can’t heft a shield anymore. They might do it for free.

[heirring]

Lovely! Someone will need to draft up recruitment notices then. 'Calling all grandmothers--' How is your hand at sketching, sir? It must of course feature an illustration of some kind.