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FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Flint
RECIPIENT: Riftwatch
NOTES: World State Update; with thanks to our benevolent overlords, threads on this post count for April AC because March is fake.

We've just received word from the Orlesian front line.

As I'm sure we're all aware, barring the fall of the Val Chevin blockade, there has been little movement from the front over the winter. Overland, the Orlesians have been dug in around Val Royeaux, and the same can said of the enemy force's occupation in Val Chevin, evacuated Montfort, and beyond. That said, it appears [a little arch; Riftwatch has been informed of the fact, not consulted] that with Spring approaching, the bulk of the allied army - including the Orlesian force, the Inquisition, and the scores Divine Beatrix has managed to train over the winter - has begun to make their move.

They mean to retake Montfort then proceed to recapture Ghislain, with the aim being to divide the Tevinter-Ander army and interrupt supply lines between Perendale and Val Chevin. Unsurprsingly, Corypheus' forces have responded in kind and the fighting has presently come to a head southwest of Montfort.

[Dry as kindling:]

If anyone else has exciting new plans for the Spring they'd like to share - re-papering your parlor, or the deployment of the half legion of foot soldiers you've been keeping in your back pocket -, I'm sure we'd all be delighted to hear them.

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Then you must consider it a placeholder, and nothing more.

A pity I cannot enter a placeholder for your taste as well.

Alas.

Will that be all, Monsieur de Foncé?

Why do you ask, is your calendar really so occupied?

As a matter of fact, it is.

You should not tell such lies, it is very uninteresting. But, if you must pretend. Very well.

[Luckily, she's grown as a person and can let that one go in favor of getting what she actually wants, which is to escape this conversation in some modicum if peace.

Ha ha just kidding.]

Telling lies. What is it that you think I do all day, Monsieur?

Oh, I would never speculate of what it is that you do with yourself, mademoiselle. Indeed I barely think of you.

[SCOFF.]

How convenient, that we are of such a similar mind with respect to one another. I'm very glad to hear it.