[A breath, like someone is about to speak. Instead, there is a bit of wheezing, a bit of coughing. Then, a rough voice made rougher by illness finally comes around.]

I've been in this damn cot for three weeks now. I'm bored out of my mind. So I have an idea.

My sister and I used to play this game called "Fortunately/​Unfortunately." One person starts out with a scenario they've come up with. [More dry coughing.] Such as, "I woke up today."

The next person comes up with something unfortunate about the situation, such as, "Unfortunately, it was in a prison cell."

Another person comes in, and perhaps they might say, "Fortunately, my jailor is the friendly sort."

The next person might say, "Unfortunately, my...jailor is the friendly sort."

You get the idea. I'll start.

"Fortunately, they served my favorite stew today in the kitchen."

Well well, it's been quite sometime, my friends.

I could talk about how interesting and amusing my adventures have been since I'd been called away, but really, that's not what you're probably invested in. Instead, let's just cut to the chase, hm?

To my fellow Dalish elves who are just ready to burst in glee at the news, the halla from my clan have arrived. You can find them at one of the lovely little camps outside of Skyhold. I'll even gladly play at guide and show you, then you can manhandle the beasts as you see fit. I encourage you. If you are not an elf and you want to see them, go right ahead; I haven't a care.

To everyone else, please, tell me what you've been up to. Something exciting, I hope. A wild adventure? Hopefully someone was naked? Those are the best stories.

Good evening, Skyhold. This is Senior Warden Teren von Skraedder, and I have conceded to use this blasted thing to inform you that I am the newly-appointed Warden liaison for the Inquisition.

Concerns and questions from or regarding Wardens in the context of the Inquisition should be directed to me. I would advise you not to waste my time with inane commentary, but I know who I'm representing and will simply remind you that I control the camp's whiskey rations.

All complaints from Alistair and Kaisa must be reported first to Anders, in observation of both punishing any remaining past misdeeds and in protecting my ears from their keening.

In addition, it would be remiss of me not to inform you that one of our own answered his Calling on our recent expedition to the Deep Roads. May each of us drink to Senior Warden Hercules Hansen tonight, who gave his life in sacrifice to the well-being of Thedas.

Thank you for your time.