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[gatheringstorm]

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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[gatheringstorm]

[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.

[dreadinquisitor]

[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.

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin chuckles and tips a salute.]

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

[dreadinquisitor]

[He lifted his glass.]

To the hangover.