You dumb fucks just let Captain fucking Flint take hold of your military.

Sorry. Commander Flint. [ there's a loud snort, and a good chance charles vane is drunk. in other news: water is wet. don't worry, flint, your position won't be threatened by his shade throwing. no one actually listens to him about anything besides boats. ]

For my first official request from the office of the Admiralty to the new Commodore - if I'm taking care of all this goddamn paper you left behind, I want a raise.


I want my goddamn ship, Flint.

It's been a year. You owe me.

[ The cheery crackling of a fire. Pleasant! ]

Know y’all are heathens, what you can't help unless you been properly educated. And I reckon with all the shouting on rights, and Marches there’ve been some holes in that education. Holes aching to be filled.

So! You oughta know, tonight’s a real important holiday: All Souls’ Day.

[ Is that smoke in the courtyard? ]

All Souls’ Day — that's Assed for short — is about remembering Andraste. Specially, the bit where she died. There’s plays, and songs, and somber reflections.

‘Course, it used to be for some piss-mute Vint god. And with the war on we got to be vigilant that Silence nonsense don't come back around. Got to praise the Maker right.

So go and make as much noise as you can. A real din. With me on three! One, two —

[ The garden shed is very much on fire. ] 

Fuck silence!