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FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Korrin Ataash
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Dammit, Anders.
WHEN: Slightly backdated, to after the big announcement. (Well, after she's destroyed some training dummies.)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Knowing Korrin, language. That's probably it, though. And because I'm lazy, this can also be an action log.

[To say that Korrin's upset at the revelation is a vast understatement, and though her tone is even over the sending crystal, it's a forced calm. Anyone who knows her is likely well-aware of the depths of her fury, though there's been enough ranting over the crystal lately. So instead:]

Anyone else having the powerful urge to drink and vent, you're welcome to join me at the tavern. I'm buying. And just to be clear, I'm not challenging a damn thing. I just want a fucking drink, that's all.

[No ranting over the sending crystal, but she is claiming the venting corner, Merrick. Be prepared.]

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[Cowardice. Yes. The perfect word for it.

Maxwell nodded, brow furrowing.]

And he already left the Wardens once. Can they really guarantee he'll serve out a sentence?

[With a grimace and a shake of his head, he lifted the tankard and took a fast, hard drink. He came up coughing, catching at his chest with his free hand.]

...W-hat did you say this was?

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[Despite her mood, Korrin's lips twitch in amusement at Maxwell's reaction to the drink.]

Maraas-lok. Qunari drinks aren't meant to be savored; they're more or less tests in endurance. I'm pretty sure most of them were made on a dare. If it's any comfort, that's more or less the typical reaction.

[She takes a swig, well-practiced in how to handle it by now though her throat is still burning afterward. But it gives her something to focus on other than her rage.]

You bring up a damn good point. Exactly what's going to be different about this time? Plus, his actions were committed when he had left the Wardens. Should it really be up to them now?

I can see that.

[A soft murmur as he looked down into his tankard with a raised eyebrow. Then, with shake of his head, he looked back up.]

Ideally, I think he should be in Kirkwall, paying back the people he harmed first. Helping them rebuild and heal.

[A beat.]

I know the Champion was named Vicount, before her disappearance and judged him, but not sure how fair that is. Could have truly been impartial?

[Korrin shrugs, frustrated.]

How could it have been? They were friends for years, right? That has to be the only reason he's still alive; anyone else would have executed him then and there. What I don't get is why accept it when the person that allowed her to make that judgment call is Meredith. You know, the Templar woman drive insane by red lyrium. She was fucking crazy, so why are giving her deferral a weight it doesn't deserve?

[He took another drink, managing the second marginally better than the first.

Marginally.

He still came up from with a glower, but it was at least partially for the thought and not just the ale.]

I don't understand why he attacked the chantry? Yes, it's the Chantry and it is - a whole mess in it's own right, but they weren't the one's culling mages in the street. Meredith was.

But he didn't try to face her directly. He attacked the place of worship, where many more innocents were sure to be.

[She takes a swig while listening, because ranting away is thirsty work. At least the maraas-lok is steadily wearing away at her ability to act out on that temper. If she keeps going, the most that's likely to happen is a fierce hangover rather than a dungeon cell.]

Not just inside the Chantry, either, but so many people were killed in the fallout, weren't they? Nothing can take that stain away, whatever the Wardens say about it. And he's a fool if he thinks otherwise.

[Leaning back, she heaves a sigh.]

I know Templars are assholes more often than not, especially at that time and place. Kirkwall was a shithole when it came to that. If he'd stuck to attacking them, keeping civilians out of it, I could have respected that. Everyone deserves a chance to fight against abuse, and that coming annulment. His methods were disgusting, but the intent...the intent I understand. And that's why I hate him even more.

[Because as important as mage freedom is to her, there's no way Korrin can defend that. He's put her in the position of agreeing with those she typically strives against, and that's not something she can forgive.]

[There was a long stretch of silence, that final thought hanging. Maxwell's face softened, saddened.]

Yeah. I can see it too. If it had just been her, the ones like her.... I don't think we'd be here, killing ourselves with this - poison that's trying to pass itself off as a drink.

[That gets a weak chuckle out of Korrin, who sets hers down.]

We can get you something else, you know. Maraas-lok is an acquired taste at best, and it's not for everyone. Maker knows I never really want it unless I'm in a mood like this. Then it's still terrible but that doesn't seem to matter."

A terrible time calls for a terrible drink.

[Another swallow and he shook his head, heat turning his voice to a rumble.]

Besides, I'm sure what it matters now. I'm don't think I'll ever taste anything ever again.

[She smirks and shrugs at that.]

You know, I bet that was the point when they made it. If you're traveling around with stale travel rations or whatever, then you might as well kill your sense of taste anyway.

[He chuckled.]

Even if I did, thank you, Korrin. I appreciate the commiseration.

As do I. The silence over the sending crystals was too much. I was beginning to wonder if I'd gone mad and everyone else was fine with this.

[Another laugh, but this one was low and breathy. Wry and tired.]

Fine is about the farthest word I'd use just about now. There needs to be cluster in it somewhere.

[Korrin huffs in amusement at that, raising her tankard.]

Have enough, and it'll disappear. For now. Maybe it'll even make the impending hangover worth it.

By the way, I might have to get out of here and go hunting when I'm sober. Blasting at bears seems like a better use of time to me. You're welcome to come along, if you're up to it.

[He seemed to take her words as advice, and threw back another deep drink.

It did seem to get easier. Either it was growing on him, or his throat was well and truly dead.]

If I survive tonight, you let me know when you want to go.

[Korrin chuckles and tips a salute.]

Will do. I've no solid plan other than 'after the hangover'.

[He lifted his glass.]

To the hangover.

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