[The handwriting is messy, and spelling mistakes have been crossed out. Whoever's written this isn't exactly used to putting ink on paper.]

Just so you're aware,

We can hear you. All of us. Tents aren't soundproof. Not complaining, just wanted to make sure you're all going about it safely.

I'm assuming none of you particularly want to be popping out little ones or having your unmentionables drop off from crotch-rot while you're in the middle of trying to sew up big bloody holes in the sky, so please make sure that you're taking suitable precautions. [This part is illustrated crudely, with stick figures.]

If you need witherstalk potions (best preventative you can find short of a vow of celibacy) or spindleweed salves (you know what these are for, I'm sure) come to the elf by the stables. Not going to judge, just here to help.

Cullen or anyone else willing to attempt to talk sense into a templar:

Hello, a templar is currently having a meltdown in the courtyard. He just arrived, seems a bit out of lyrium, could use a nap probably. He's asking for Cullen, in particular.

Also, if anyone knows about a girl who speaks in a strange, cryptic manner and doesn't seem to know what shoes are:

She's also in the courtyard. Seems like she's all right, but I wasn't certain if anyone was missing her specifically. Just figured y'should know.

Well, that ought to do it. Did my good deeds for the day.