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[hlif]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Asher Hardie
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: How not to freeze to death: slankets
WHEN: Late Guardian
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: Feel free to just come find him at any point, or back at Skyhold because he took a trip back to pick up letters ssh timelines shh

Right I'll get straight to the point: there's a lot of really mad wildlife in Emprise du Lion, and I do just mean the wildlife right now though why you'd want to live in a frozen shithole is beyond me, and it's cold, and I'm willing to bet not all of you are exactly used to this sort of thing.  So, for a reasonable price or deal unless we already worked something out, I've got bear and wolf pelt blankets.  Now Asher, I hear you ask, what's so special about these blankets, well the thing is, most people get rid of the head and have something that'd look nice spread on the floor but my blankets?  They have sleeves.  And hoods.  Bear and wolf hoods.  I think you see where I'm going with this, right?  I've got plenty of pelts and I expect I'll find more so if you want a blanket, let me know and I'll get it sorted.  Want a regular blanket?  Boring but you can get that too, or mittens for those long boring nights freezing your arse off on watch duty.  If you just want the pelt?  We can arrange that too and other giblets and what have you, say for instance you need bear balls for some potion or tonic, I won't judge.  

[Everyone has to have a hobby and he was raised not to be wasteful.]

Of course if you keep an eye out for the one and only Christine Delacroix, you won't have to take my word for it and she does a damn fine job modelling what's sure to be the latest in Orlesian winterwear. Unless you want to freeze and lose your bits and pieces to frostbite.

Comments

[chainlightning]

Yes. I'm a friend of Hawke's, actually. What did you do there?

I think- somehow, I think people didn't really understand how bad it was. I don't know how, or why. I don't know why people are so afraid of the truth.

[hlif]

Really? So you're... [He could guess, but sometimes guessing gives too much away. Asher's spent a lot of his time looking stupid in front of certain people so he gets to surprise them.] I'm a mercenary, my company are the Boneflayers but we hadn't settled completely on the name or the members until we left.

First one because a lot of people in this life are just tits. Second one, it's easier to bury your head in the sand than open your eyes, you see the truth and you can't unsee it. You've got to go through with it and upset your life sometimes.

[chainlightning]

Merrill! [ Which may or may not be what he meant, but- that's who she is. So. ] And that's quite a descriptive name. Did you ever go through the Bone Pit?

You would think they would be more upset if they just ignored the problems and then they were problems anyway.

[hlif]

[So the blood mage. Well so long as she’s not doing anything in his face he can ignore it.] Nah, we spent a lot time outside of Kirkwall, just happened to be a good place to crash. Had a big job involving the Coterie.

[No time for dragons, Melisende is strict.]

The Chantry doesn’t look for brains when it comes to the Templars, the dumber the better.

[chainlightning]

People who leave because they wanted to certainly seem happier, don't they?

[ Well. She's thinking of Cullen, who is really her only point of reference, but still. ]

[hlif]

Yeah because they've finally got the brooms out their arses and old lady hands off their short and curlies. I'd be fucking ecstatic if I'd had my head jammed up my arse and then finally dislodged it to realise how much of an arse I'd made of things.

[There are a lot of arses. There are a lot of things up those arses. This is why the Templars are a mess.]

[chainlightning]

You'd think you'd mostly be upset that you did all that in the first place. But I suppose they don't know how they can help until then, either.

Though the lyrium addiction is probably a- problem.