Members of the Inquisition and, I suppose, friends of the same- I've a request. Or rather a list of requests that I will happily reward any that come to me with what it is I ask. Now a few may seem strange or arbitrary or potentially humiliating to retrieve and you are welcome to use your discretion as to whether or not you would wish to help me, but I assure you- even the strangest of these is vital in some way. [ Can you hear the deep, dripping sincerity in his voice inquisition? No? Good! No fool you. ] Those that choose these things and bring them? Shall be rewarded handsomely.

A pink rooster
Three wheels of hard cheese in differing sizes
A razor with an ebony handle
A gown large enough for a male Qunari, preferably in purple.
A three legged goat
A jar of pitch
Two kegs of ale
Five jars of wild honey
Six hairs from the head of a bastard twin
An ornate teapot
A set of lacy smallclothes, preferably in gold or off white, I am not picky in this.
Silver windchimes
A bouquet of blue flowers with red thorns
And lastly: Three copies of the latest Randy Dowager Quarterly.

I can be found in The Hanged man and shall, as promised, pay handsomely for any that find me with items from this list- or if you are feeling both inventive and eager- you may bring me something similar to what is on this list and I shall pay you for your efforts none the less.

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Cullen Rutherford
RECIPIENT: errybody
WHAT: looking for an assistant, perhaps more than one
WHEN: now
WHERE: Kirkwall

NOTES: You don't have to take this seriously. Feel free to mock him and his obvious lack of experience in this matter. You can also feel free to have your character apply for the job even if you don't want them to have it.

[The voice being broadcast is tired. Not just in a didn't-sleep-well-last-night way, but in a constantly-flirting-with-exhaustion way. He doesn't particularly want to be doing this, but Gwen makes some excellent points.]

Good morning, everyone. This is Commander Rutherford, with... I suppose you'd call it a job opening. Keeping on top of everything that needs doing now that we've settled ourselves here is proving to be more work than expected. I'm looking for an assistant, someone to assist with the day to day tasks here, help coordinate with our members and the locals, and just generally... help.

[Help. No, seriously, help. He has no idea what he's doing.]

I never thought I would return to live in this city, of all places.

[Fenris sounds less than thrilled. But he’s at least trying out this ‘communication’ thing for once. Varric would be so proud.]

How do you know when you’re truly home? What makes that different from merely a place where you happen to live?

[Honestly curious here. He’d once thought he’d almost come close to that before in Kirkwall, but at the moment, he’s not so sure. Maybe there’s just something... off... about returning to a place after a long time away. So much changes and yet remains the same all at once.]