crystal.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Check this report.

More good news, everyone.

[ Already, it doesn't sound like good news. He isn't faking any obnoxious good cheer. Instead it's quiet drawl, 100% subdued sarcasm. ]

We've more or less confirmed that when Hawke and her friends, ah, when they 'killed' Corypheus—

Obviously he wasn't dead. If that part is news, we need to have a talk. But it seems the way he got out of prison while his big, creepy body was dead on the ground was by transferring himself—his soul—into a Warden who was there, and walking out, easy as that.

The Archdemons could do something similar, but not to us. That was the whole point of us. So that's... great...

[ Wearily. But after a moment he steels himself and sounds, if not brighter, at least more brisk. ]

Anyway, if anyone does ever get close enough to kill him, try not to have a Warden with you, I suppose. If you can't help it, you can ask them to laugh afterwards. If they sound too creepy about it, you'll have to kill them too.

Comments

[gentlecountry]

Yes, ma'am.

[Oh, he likes you. You're trouble.]

Well, I do tends to considers myself a Warden firsts and foremosts, but to be fair to Dusters, there ain't a single sod in Orzammar that'd call this Dwarf anything else.

They takes all sorts, Grey Wardens do.

[okayimin]

[ She would argue that she's not trouble at all, it's everyone else that keeps causing trouble. ]

A deshyr who hasn't seen Ozammar in twenty years wouldn't know who Sawbones is to start with. Either way. You can ask for me if you or yours need stitching up and can't get a mage.

I owe the Grey Wardens anyhow.