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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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... Oh Creaters, Merrick. Right, well, I'm not telling him.

[She made a face that was somewhere between sheepish and grim.]

See, there you have it. Good excuses are plentiful.

[A pause, there, before she shook her head a little.]

Not ... yet.

I won't tell him either, trust me.

[Korrin won't blame him for acting out if he does learn of such news, but she's not going to be the one to kick off that disaster. She eyes Katniss for a moment before nodding.]

If you change your mind, I should get a new batch within the month. I told them there's no need to cover half of Skyhold, but there should still be enough to share.

Someone will tell him though, and we should keep an eye out for him.

[She looked over at Korrin, her lips twisting.]

I can't blame him. But I can't hold both you and Merrick down. I'm not that flexible.

[A more serious look flashed across her face.

I will let you know. Right now ... I'm trying to keep myself low on meds.

[Korrin nods, understanding for all that she's eager to find a way to help.]

I wouldn't exactly call that stuff 'medicine', but fair enough. You know what you need. If you can pull through with something else -or nothing at all- it's your decision. I'm not here to mother anyone.

...I'd be a terrible one anyway, suggesting strong liquor as a first resort.

[She looked up at Korrin, before she snorted softly.]

Yeah ... I wouldn't really call this the reaction of a motherly type, Korrin. Liquor doesn't solve all of our problems. Just dulls them for awhile.

[Slouching back in her seat, Korrin lets out a frustrated sigh.]

Sometimes that's all you can hope for, you know? When there's terrible options all around, pick the one that will kick your ass the least.

Well, considering that your options right now are going down and getting your ass kicked by fourteen Grey Wardens ... drinking really is higher up on the survival link. So with that in mind.

[Katniss waved her hand, to get the bartender to bring Korrin another round.]

[Chuckling faintly at that, Korrin smirks tiredly.]

You're a lifesaver, Katniss.

Yeah, don't let that spread around. People will start thinking I'm some sort of hero. Heroes don't seem to last long around here.

[Was Katniss's wry response, as she finished off her own drink and ordered another.]

[Her thoughts turning to the Herald, Korrin nods grimly.]

Good point. I'll keep the beer fairy to myself while I can.

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