( OPEN ) | COMPLAINTS

[indissection]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Sidony Venaras
RECIPIENT: The Inquisition
WHAT: Complaints box!
WHEN: Now
WHERE: In her rooms
NOTES: N/A

I have been tasked with addressing recent complaints and, well. I'm not sure what to make of any of this, truly. Have things hit such dire straights?

[ There's a shuffle of papers as Sidony begins to read. ]

'The wine is very bad'. Yes, well, ser, you get what you pay for. Perhaps you ought to dig a little deeper and purchase wine that does not affront your tongue? Either that or make some arrangements to have it imported. I'm sure Orlais would adore the business, with things as they are. Where there's a will there's a way, wouldn't you say?

[ Clearly, Sidony is not going to be the most tender of people when it comes to Inquisitorial complaints.

Then there's a soft sound of frustration. ]

I'm not even sure I can read this one. I think that if someone wishes to submit a complaint they should make it legible first, don't you? I can at least try, since it seemed so dearly important - If you are to steel - steal, I think? - cloths... Steal from the rich next time. Is this really something worth the complaints box? Try the guards next time, that might get you somewhere. Or lock your doors.

[ Muffled: Ser Pizzicagnolo, I thought this box was for legitimate complaints? A scoff, until finally - ]

Whoever requested an assistant for the Seneschal, consider yourself in luck. I have taken the task of complaints from his hands today, so that he might focus his attention elsewhere. You're quite welcome. Of course, if you wish to leave other complaints you might find it in it's usual place.

Comments

[indissection]

I would more than welcome any aid or expertise you might be able to offer. [ Her throat is just a little dry. ] I am sure some arrangements can be - be completed. Soon.,

[ebeje]

Then I shall wait with bated breath.

[indissection]

Of course. I am at your service.

[ And now she sounds mad. Wonderful. ]

[ebeje]

[ She hesitates, innocent-- ]

Have I said something to displease you?

[indissection]

[ Kill her. ]

Of course not. You would know if I was truly displeased.

[ebeje]

Would I? [ Gentler, though only a touch. ]

I am certain you've a formidable temper, my lady, but it seems you keep a great many things bottled up.

[indissection]

I think so. [ Hesitance, but. Well. ]

I’ve not had a chance to unbottle, so to speak, nor the desire.

[ebeje]

You might give it some consideration. [ Over the crystals, her quick, heavy smile is invisible, a skipped beat. ] There is not so much of life to waste pretending to feel less than you do.

[indissection]

I have been told. It is a matter I am managing as best I can. Alone, for now., it seems.

[ebeje]

If there is anything I can do to help with that, [ genuinely, instead of solely to torment her, u kno, ] Even if it is only a sympathetic ear, you need only to ask.

[indissection]

[ What does that MEAN - ]

I would not want to take advantage of your kindness.

[ebeje]

Truly, I do not think you capable of that.

[ lol she's not that nice lbr ]

[indissection]

You think far too highly of me, but consider me won. I will tell you, should anything come to mind.

[ebeje]

Good.

Until then.

[indissection]

Yes. Until then.

private

[bouchonne]

[ Cheerfully - ]

Sounds like a genuine offer, Sidony. Perhaps you ought to take advantage.

private

[indissection]

[ Oh, she hates him just a little. ]

I am considering it, of course.

private

[bouchonne]

Ah, good.

Oh - speaking of taking advantage...I believe I've set up a little something for yourself and a certain charming qunari mademoiselle.

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[indissection]

... What? Byerly, what did you do?