[First off there's a lot of mewling. And purring. As if the sending crystal has been placed deep within some sort of nest of kittens because the mewls are tiny. Peep-sized mewls. Then distortion as if something is hitting the sending crystal--]

Stop it, I need to use that and you're harder to keep hold of than a greased nug. Stay still. Right. So. Kind of came into possession of these things, this sack - and that's cruel if whoever did this is listening - of what they called 'displeased goblins'. Which I think are cats. Only I never seen cats with no hair. All wrinkles. And little grumpy old man fa--aces no leave my sending crystal alone I'm talking.

[His voice, further away. Imagine: a tiny paw, tiny claws tipped in several tiny razors extended towards it. A crystal held towards the mouth.]

I am a dwarf of means. But I'm not going to keep a whole sack of these weird little baby cats. Kittens. Skin cats. Like sausage skins. Face full of wrikles worse than the most decrepit dowager Orlais would trot out behind her mask that she's just stuck to her face now because that's it, that's her life. No hair. Just skin. What d'you feel like hmmm? Some sort of leather, not hard leather, good soft leather? They have good angry old man faces and having that on a small cat face is incredible. Also just, like not chunky the way most kittens are so I reckon they'll be a cool slinky cat if you're into that and why wouldn't you be into that?

If you want to come see them before thinking 'yeah I'll have a piece of that' I'm in the Mage Tower, sixth floor, room H.